In Tears In Pieces
for T.L.C.
drying up
whatever that was
whatever it was
feeding it, feeding us
not feeding it,
not feeding us
any more
oxbow lake-like
cut off from the stream
once we went down rapids
over falls, around bends
like no tomorrow
tomorrow arrived
she’s not beside me
no where to be found
emptiness enough to drown in
we use to swim together
with not a fucking thing on
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
4:34 a.m. 06.01.08
Spinning Wheel
for T.L.C.
how can you see someone suffer
and not offer them supper
heartless girl, in a heartless world
atlas I had, I’m unable to find
want to write Atlas a letter
need his address
state I’m in
I’m prepared to ask him
to drop this planet
it’s become useless
why go on lifting it
letting it spin
without you
what a fix I’m in
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
4:48 a.m. 06.01.08
for T.L.C.
drying up
whatever that was
whatever it was
feeding it, feeding us
not feeding it,
not feeding us
any more
oxbow lake-like
cut off from the stream
once we went down rapids
over falls, around bends
like no tomorrow
tomorrow arrived
she’s not beside me
no where to be found
emptiness enough to drown in
we use to swim together
with not a fucking thing on
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
4:34 a.m. 06.01.08
Spinning Wheel
for T.L.C.
how can you see someone suffer
and not offer them supper
heartless girl, in a heartless world
atlas I had, I’m unable to find
want to write Atlas a letter
need his address
state I’m in
I’m prepared to ask him
to drop this planet
it’s become useless
why go on lifting it
letting it spin
without you
what a fix I’m in
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
4:48 a.m. 06.01.08
posted by Obie Quiet at 4:41 AM
2 Comments:
wow the allusion to that old greek legend was it of atlas holding the world...how beautifully intertwined here to speak of the sadness following the disappearance of the heartless girl...pray should we instead ask zeus to look down from mt olympus and seek her out...
This, my empathetic friend, Esquire, really made me laugh out loud, like T.L.C. would abbreviate when we chatted and she was tickled to the core: l.m.a.o. She is funny and cruel and wonderful. Even now I am nearly in tears remembering how and what we shared over the holidays. She was my Christmas present and she alone was ENOUGH. You were in England with joys of your own.
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