A Han Ta Sleep In
for Sonia Farmer
I getting so wear out
I almos like a page yur could tear out
so tired, eyes tired
at dis computer all night long
feel like all life long
life still long or short now
like a pencil yur write wid
and broke an sharpen
and broke an sharpen
tell it only a knub, a stub in yur fis
yur hardly could hole it
I hardly could hole up
I better lie down
I better go sleep, slip inta dream lan
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
7:23 a.m. 25/08/07
for Sonia Farmer
I getting so wear out
I almos like a page yur could tear out
so tired, eyes tired
at dis computer all night long
feel like all life long
life still long or short now
like a pencil yur write wid
and broke an sharpen
and broke an sharpen
tell it only a knub, a stub in yur fis
yur hardly could hole it
I hardly could hole up
I better lie down
I better go sleep, slip inta dream lan
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
7:23 a.m. 25/08/07
posted by Obie Quiet at 7:38 AM
2 Comments:
Obie, I really love the voice of this poem :)
My apartment is a mess.
Hope all is well. All the best.
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I am so happy you've responded and happy about what you've said. I suppose you mean it's from a different place, unfamiliar, strange. I suppose it was the voice of what is at once painful as well as joyous fatigue. "I shall be able to deep-sleep. I am so tired" It came up out of such a place. And interestingly, it is the Creole I hardly ever hear or could hardly ever find to make poems of - with.
What, you cleanin’ up your apartment, ah? You might have very high standards.
My books are everywhere over my gallery/living room floor. I apologized to James when he came by earlier to make photos for NAGB. He said he was not bothered by poetic clutter.
You never say much, love. I suppose you never have time. I do appreciate though, that you visit. It means the world to me.
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