for J.C.S.
things I have no right to,
wrong to recall, according to
who’s constipated, in a town
in need of enema, enemy of nature,
of rivers, veins, arteries, rainfall,
snowfall
what comes natural, just right for me
how terribly near we got
to each other, how terribly close
we came, we went,
to the edge, without going over
push to the edge and beyond
in world games, in athletics
we did the same in private,
in our own lives, I do it again
in words
what a world we used to live in
frightening at times to think about,
to recall, tight-rope walkers,
how is it, we didn’t fall
into the water, into the fire
hardly ever was there a net
to catch us, unless my verse,
a poet’s voice, was that net
circus without audience
unless your sister was our one spectator
until she joined in,
until she took over
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
5:56 a.m. 02/09/07
Unplanned Planet
for J.C.S.
I have never been happier
than when, at U of M
we played soccer we invented
to be played with foil,
squeezed into a ball
game for two bodies bare
along the corridor
of our on-campus apartment
were we on campus or on high
I’ve never been happier
not since conception
not on this planet
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
5:39 a.m. 02/09/07
Passion Fruit
for J.C.S.
see her, eye-full and eye-thirst
fits me, outfits me so well
completes me and speaks to me
spell she casts, teaches me to spell
and to be lost for words
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
3:29 a.m. 02/09/07
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