Book Ends
for t.l.c.
shake dick,
let the last
drip drop, the last
drop drip
where it’s at
with her and me
with poetry
poems I’ve been writing
of her, coming to a close,
to an end
I’m being suspended
from this job after all
is my desire to be rid of her
get rid of her or has she
gotten rid of me
writing like crazy
driving her mad
shallow little fellow-poet
no where to put art
or poetry or me
I’m out of a job
looking for another
what will I do next
someone to pick up
to put myself in
push my pen in
girl like a book I’ve read
I’ll put back on the shelf
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
8:59 a.m. 06.01.08
Turn On The Light
for T.L.C.
created this chat room,
started this conversation
now never in it, in here alone
is this a foretaste of
the end of creation
no longer etching in unison
upon the pages of night
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
3:59 a.m. 06.01.08
for t.l.c.
shake dick,
let the last
drip drop, the last
drop drip
where it’s at
with her and me
with poetry
poems I’ve been writing
of her, coming to a close,
to an end
I’m being suspended
from this job after all
is my desire to be rid of her
get rid of her or has she
gotten rid of me
writing like crazy
driving her mad
shallow little fellow-poet
no where to put art
or poetry or me
I’m out of a job
looking for another
what will I do next
someone to pick up
to put myself in
push my pen in
girl like a book I’ve read
I’ll put back on the shelf
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
8:59 a.m. 06.01.08
Turn On The Light
for T.L.C.
created this chat room,
started this conversation
now never in it, in here alone
is this a foretaste of
the end of creation
no longer etching in unison
upon the pages of night
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
3:59 a.m. 06.01.08
posted by Obie Quiet at 9:16 AM
1 Comments:
oh my Obie..TLC needs to read these, she surely doesnt know how amazing this is...
let your muse return so you can enter her again and again, with your pen...very unlike the last drops from a dick...drip drip...
but then "is this a foretaste of the end of creation" left me forlorn and i felt the sadness of being left alone in that chatroom...waiting for her...waiting perhaps for the end of creation...how sad, sad sad...
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