Our Poems Come Out
for D’Aguiar

are we bleeding them out
are we breathing them out

are we sweating them out
or farting them out

shitting them out
or spitting them out

puking them up
or sighing them out

how are our poems
coming forth from us

are they like boils
which fill up with puss, then spout

our poems, are they coming
from our mouths or our pores
from our backsides or our fronts

do they drip or drain or run

or do they explode
like fireworks, like bombs


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
1:24 a.m. 27.03.08