for T.L.C.
little baby are you keeping
are you sleeping
bewitched me with eyes
words, swaying hips
love sick since to go all out
instead walled out
want to traverse arteries
of your city - of your body
shooting streams and water falls
rapids boiling, foaming white
intrepid chickens, heads screwed off
flapping wings - run about
giggling girls when school lets out
go with me - come with me
how controlled I am, when mad
when in love
search out symbols, attach emotions
embrace you, take you
out of your conservative suit
get out of mine also
out of the nation's too
what I wouldn't do for freedom
bare you and myself
where in this world
unless Eden occurred about us
unless we were in it
fruit to pick, a serpent’s egg
or should we remake this myth
as you like it
silver serpent, my black dick
enough to go around you twice
enter you still
universe pauses, awaits what's next
what can I do about being stuck
about brain wash
are we the living, emotionally dead
without imagination
what could I rip to get to you
break the ten commandments
Moses did
able to/unable to defy what fate fixes
brought us together, brought us to this
that you existed, hadn’t a clue
until you had the mike, in the limelight
add you to me, me to you
is there a spoon to stir us two
mix us with, blend until
butter and flour,
eggs and cream joined
vanilla extract against raw eggs
raunchy you, horny too
where in a little life
to squeeze me out, to squeeze me in
were we able to steal away
to where on earth, again I wonder
closer, we could touch and see
could taste and see
Holy Bible
door we've gone through to liberation
or gone through into prison
not free to imagine
to be reckless, wild
domesticated, chicken in a coop
instead of those in backyards
feeding, scratching, pecking
roads to cross and alleyways
chicks behind them
row with dogs and win
teach then who not to fuck with
want to hear my wood dove coo
my dick deep in you
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
written between 3:23 a.m. and 3:54 a.m.
Saturday, 18.04.09
[Labored until 6:38 a.m. polishing it]
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