Je suis tombé
for Z.P.A & A.G.P

in agony down town
crying out, stomping the sidewalk

aching over losing you
leaving me because
I am unsure why

concluded that my heart’s divided
or elsewhere

must you say fuck it, drop it

is it not worth it to pick up the pieces
an oriental vase, glue it together again

what I’m into, I’ve stumbled into
what can we do about what is accidental
the dents, the broken windshield

who we crash into, we commence
history with, if we are fortunate

fall in love like a vase falls
can I be blamed
for falling stars or leaves falling
or snow falling
or falling rain


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
7:12 p.m. 20.01.10