Tin Cans
for S.F.

pussies to be angry in
rings around my venom

rings to drop marbles in, win or lose
squares of hopscotch
drop a piece of glass
visit every other square but this one
ring around my cock, to slip in
and out of

another game begun
when I was barely old enough
to play it, to engage in foreplay
to fornicate

intricate games we learn to play
rules we cannot violate
lines we must avoid crossing
or stepping on

game of life and these others
not even a wall between

just the thinnest membrane
memory able to pass through
like light passes through glass


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
10:49 p.m. 06/09/07