for Victor Oladokun
and Kathy Edwards
i.
throbbing like a toothache
these vehicles passing
people with their noisy music
similarly, oh God
I want them extracted
ii.
God is not as real to me
as a mountain to climb
as vines to swing on
I want him to be
he is like mist to me
I reach and I reach
apart from my pen
at times my erect penis
my fist is empty
iii.
has Jesus Christ
been all used up
like sandpaper
is Christianity intended
to become useless, weak
like one bag
to make tea
for every body
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
10:53 p.m. 11.01.09
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