Tuesday, May 04, 2010

In A Space In Time
for D.B.A.

Haitian friend of mine
complaining about
my habitually arriving
just before closing
to quick shop

cornflakes alone
left on my list
to throw in my trolley

I have to say
hello to my baby
locate love in my heart
the love of my life
in my soul and belly

she is all about in me
I must draw her in
in lines of verse
like chords of a sail ship

she provides direction
true north for me
compass I go by

go buy cornflakes
and get out of here

before you're locked in
locked up with rats

along one aisle
so very strong
there unpleasant smell


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
10:06 p.m. 03.05.10

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