I’d Gone Out
for D.B.A.
i.
can't help but weep
on the bus, to Gospel music
combined with joy in me
with how divinely happy
are my skipping heart
my skipping feet
Spirit Gospel, 92.5
my baby likes 98.7
the love songs that station spews
I on der bus
it air condition an' I cool
blue pen in my paw
to make poems with
not just any animal
is capable of this feat
even others of my same species
want to declare my love
in a word or two
for one girl and no other
no conflict where this is concerned
room she occupies
no body else does
room of her own
in my beating heart
ii.
take her nipples in my teeth
don't complain before then
not before ten
when I am loving you
juicing your nipples like grapes
ow! ah!
grapes I'll be careful
not to break the skin of
not like a baby voraciously nursing
pumping like a calf
pumps a cow for milk
I'd be reckless and careful
one over the other
like a vulgar fraction
perfectly balance
pleasure and pain
don't touch my breasts
you suggest
knowing I'd not agree
when I am hungry to taste
clitoris as much as tits
to savor these
hungry to please you
to squeeze you
all your smallest body parts
you squeeze my heart
from miles away
from miles apart
when the thought of you
makes it difficult to breathe
iii.
lost the love I had
the love of my heart
the love of my life
and ever since
for almost 33 years
I wasn't much concerned
about appearance
about clothes or shoes
or if my hair was trimmed
or if it was combed
this descent, I though,
was into madness
or a retreat into it
I'd adopted, accepted
some degrees of it
not caring about appearance
even though I wanted to
I couldn't
what powers
such pride such concerns
like a part in me broken
like a switch malfunctioning
not working
had to wait for 33 years
until you came along
to restore pride in such things
even in Nassau
in the dead of winter
with you to see,
I got into cold water
all the works had to be undergone
whenever I had you to see
whenever we had a date
appointments otherwise
I regarded as part of
the same old disappointment
life had become
all this time for the star that I was
to come around again
even I am thrilled by its radiance
amazed that it's living still
that it’s on again
thought I'd gone out for good
or am I the moon, not lit at all
reflecting light you cause to shine
in what was a dark place
a dark space
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
Written on Wednesday, May 12, 2010
between 2:00 p.m. and 6:10 p.m.
for D.B.A.
i.
can't help but weep
on the bus, to Gospel music
combined with joy in me
with how divinely happy
are my skipping heart
my skipping feet
Spirit Gospel, 92.5
my baby likes 98.7
the love songs that station spews
I on der bus
it air condition an' I cool
blue pen in my paw
to make poems with
not just any animal
is capable of this feat
even others of my same species
want to declare my love
in a word or two
for one girl and no other
no conflict where this is concerned
room she occupies
no body else does
room of her own
in my beating heart
ii.
take her nipples in my teeth
don't complain before then
not before ten
when I am loving you
juicing your nipples like grapes
ow! ah!
grapes I'll be careful
not to break the skin of
not like a baby voraciously nursing
pumping like a calf
pumps a cow for milk
I'd be reckless and careful
one over the other
like a vulgar fraction
perfectly balance
pleasure and pain
don't touch my breasts
you suggest
knowing I'd not agree
when I am hungry to taste
clitoris as much as tits
to savor these
hungry to please you
to squeeze you
all your smallest body parts
you squeeze my heart
from miles away
from miles apart
when the thought of you
makes it difficult to breathe
iii.
lost the love I had
the love of my heart
the love of my life
and ever since
for almost 33 years
I wasn't much concerned
about appearance
about clothes or shoes
or if my hair was trimmed
or if it was combed
this descent, I though,
was into madness
or a retreat into it
I'd adopted, accepted
some degrees of it
not caring about appearance
even though I wanted to
I couldn't
what powers
such pride such concerns
like a part in me broken
like a switch malfunctioning
not working
had to wait for 33 years
until you came along
to restore pride in such things
even in Nassau
in the dead of winter
with you to see,
I got into cold water
all the works had to be undergone
whenever I had you to see
whenever we had a date
appointments otherwise
I regarded as part of
the same old disappointment
life had become
all this time for the star that I was
to come around again
even I am thrilled by its radiance
amazed that it's living still
that it’s on again
thought I'd gone out for good
or am I the moon, not lit at all
reflecting light you cause to shine
in what was a dark place
a dark space
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
Written on Wednesday, May 12, 2010
between 2:00 p.m. and 6:10 p.m.
posted by Obie Quiet at 3:08 AM
2 Comments:
I long for the day that I can be consistenly good like you. This a is jewel. And so is this unlabeled can of soup can of you can or two in the bag and can you too.
How very sweet you are, D.A., the things you'd say, what you've said here. I must read again and you must read also, "Hello Out There". It is how you are. It is as if you were the frame for reference for that so very delightful character or voice in William Saroyan one act play.
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