Saturday, August 18, 2007

Negative Tea
for K.M.

Adam and Eve in leaves
having to flee, along with me,
along with who also has to leave
because children of savages
are having a party
celebrating, not evolving
and happy about it, not wanting to be

assuming themselves free
without a bit of light to see by
emancipated and going no where

what they have to, choose to
give me is not a gift, insulted by it,
assault at best

what they call music
loud enough to wake the dead
when the dead wants to rest
as well as the rest of us


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
11:16 p.m. 17/08/07

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

obie - i am very pleased to know that i had some hand, though minor and fragile (and fleeting as the second hand of the clock) in this poem. i enjoyed it. i will print it for my flight today and reread again.

kenyada

Sunday, August 19, 2007 9:03:00 AM  

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