Downfall Nightfall
for T.L.C.

what of what we want and need
is as if in our pockets,
in our hands already
like air in our lungs
like blood in our veins

I’ve gotten inside that girl
she’s gotten inside me

see-saw going on in us, emotionally,
inside our senses

if she does not course through me,
cause me to feel
what she makes me feel, who does

she does not know
why I’m so madly in love,
so mad about her

why I write so many epitaphs
so many suicide notes
and tear them up


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
7:18 a.m. 01.01.08