On A Bus To Town
for d.b.a. & a.g.p.

the most awesome situation
I have ever been in

as romantically intense
as anything experienced
at Memphis State, at Fisk or in Paris

this island, this life, paying off after all

what is this, joy or crisis
two women in my life
in poetry, in my art

in my heart and in my soul
in the folds of the sheets
and spreads I sleep in

in the folds of dreams I dream
in the folds of the skin
which covers my dick head

in the folds of my wrinkled skin
covering any and every where

wrinkled skin of vulvas of two women
in the meandering of menstrual blood

one of two women has severe cramps
same time this month as last month
intimate as can be with both

we are three poets
all three of us know something about love
born for nothing else

who was it who was born to slow horses
Kamau Brathwaite

with or without beard
with his fingers, when he's reading

circles and circles
what he's reading from

stirring something
like a pot with something cooking

blood circulating, my heart beating
never have I been more in love
or more alive
than I am this last Sunday in march


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
5:33 p.m. 28.03.10