Tails Two Horses
for S. R-S.
she needs everything
upon a spoon, like medicine
she’d have of life,
only what has been prescribed
though her wants are wild
though she goes wild,
is wild with desire
she needs life tailor-made
to a certain fit
in spite of the lightning,
thunder-storm
which brews within
she is determined
to keep life neat, folded
my bed is never made
I need to get in and out of it
already I have been born,
unable to climb back into the womb
she offers me her V-8 Juice
withholds it from me
she desires that I, with can opener,
bore required holes,
make her liquids run
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
4:47 p.m. 09.02.08
for S. R-S.
she needs everything
upon a spoon, like medicine
she’d have of life,
only what has been prescribed
though her wants are wild
though she goes wild,
is wild with desire
she needs life tailor-made
to a certain fit
in spite of the lightning,
thunder-storm
which brews within
she is determined
to keep life neat, folded
my bed is never made
I need to get in and out of it
already I have been born,
unable to climb back into the womb
she offers me her V-8 Juice
withholds it from me
she desires that I, with can opener,
bore required holes,
make her liquids run
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
4:47 p.m. 09.02.08
posted by Obie Quiet at 3:25 AM
2 Comments:
oh how classic...how tragic at the same time that she wants thunder and yet chooses to stick to the road more travelled...what she needs is a helping hand to guide her down the road less travelled
Esquire
I need to empty her CAN through a straw. I'm sure she'd HOLLER.
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