Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Still Hot Still Wild
for N.T-B.

she’d let me go quick
like hot potato, like hot soup

had I not feet to stand on
I’d drop on the ground

delicious how she is
how she looks

she looks like licks
licking stick, tongue licks

to keep what drips
off the floor

from falling, draining

arms, legs, clothes of a child
soiled with ice cream
a child likes, licks

lollipop comes on sticks

I could lick her
until only sticks were left

as right as she is
as right as she looks


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
11:45 p.m. 23.04.08

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

As usual Obie your poems floor me. Thank you.

Thursday, April 24, 2008 8:25:00 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home