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:
As usual Obie your poems floor me. Thank you.
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