for Z.P.A.
my desire is to get somewhere,
to get where I’m going
your music’s getting me no where
on your bus, desire, aim to get to town
I’d get off your bus, I’d walk, I’d wait
but I’m late, friend from long ago to meet
your music, instead of getting me somewhere
is keeping me back, pulling me back
in the way of the flapping of my mind’s wings
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
2:10 p.m. 13.11.09
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