Holy Communion Warfare
for S.R-S.

how wooden you are, how awkward

as clumsy as one sleepwalking in clogs
or in clogs, attempting to rob

how unpleasant mixes
with what melts in the mouth
melts upon the tongue

what is this mutual inclination
to wrangle, to wrestle over nothing

our egos battle, our egos bruised

abusing each other too much
to excuse easily, to excuse readily

bitters left to swallow, to have to spit out

what of having to, of choosing to
eat what I know I’d have to shit out

or worse, what I’d have to throw up
or throw out


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
11:13 a.m. 04.03.08