Saturday, May 19, 2012

1.
Efficacious Coupling

that's what you want to be
something that fits into me or into somebody

to together make something complete
instead of existing or thriving to compete

there are those, too many these days, who,
instead, until dooms day just want to compete

2.
On the bus Stop On Bay Street

hips that indicate a healthy appetite
hips in tight jeans, hugging, clinging

how she fills them out: how she fills them up

3.
Underground

remains in the earth, all that is left of her

in spite of being aware that
we shall all end interred- end in dirt
it is still shocking

sister on mine, dead and buried
how defiant she always was


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2012
Written between 6:20 p.m. and 7:13 p.m.
on Saturday, May 19, 2012

Friday, May 11, 2012

Let It Whip
for Korsica Liyaka Shepherd [R.I.P.]

she had a short career
out on the edge
in the flames, in the fire

consumed by the game she played
instead of paying off, she lost,
we lost

I fell in love with her-
with who was dead already

affair a week or two old
discovered today-
was shocked to hear-
that she has been dead
since last August

raped and murdered
or murdered and raped

found wrapped
in a Scooby-Doo blanket, naked

is our affair over and done with
what was developing between us
done for or in what state
with what potential

are there those
who still love Marilyn Munroe
who fall in love with her
all these years after her life ended

what sort of relationship
is possible between her and me
through the evocative videos
she left on YouTube

and will they any day be taken off
be taken down

22 when she died
when she was murdered, last year

career in what she chose to do
make videos of herself dancing
commenced, it seems,
about 3 years before
when she was 17 or 18
or did it start earlier

daring things she'd do
fun-loving, freedom-loving woman
gifted, rhythmic, athletic dancer
was gone before I knew it

gone but still here / but here still

in my heart now
heart full of blood and milk
to shake and make a poem

I dreamt of her and me connecting
dreamt of meeting her
dancer and poet

dreamt of collaboration
inspiration made possible

inspired that other pen of mine initially

last two weeks
I've watched her nearly everyday
lonely when I didn't

she was the company I'd keep
these last two weeks

her to hold onto- to attach to
against being- against the need
to feel lonely

how shocked I was today
an hour or so ago
to discover that she is dead
was murdered

flower crushed between rough palms
or flung to the ground
and squashed like a roach

her petals mutilated
her perfume released
upon the atmosphere

she belonged to thousands
who loved and watched
from she was little more
than a talented, skinny teenager

an early video of her, made in 2008
I saw and thought
of Romanian gymnasts,
thought of Nadia Comăneci

thought of their legendary coach,
Béla Károlyi

thought she could have, in his hands
been one of them
been just as great

what a pity that she fell into
another set- another kind of hands

hands that raped- that strangled
who was a gift
who was as talented as could be

wrote recently in another poem
or in a note somewhere
about stars in the sky
shining bright, against the dark
against the night

stars that have actually gone out
long ago, that were dead-
that have died long ago

available to be seen in the sky still
because the light travels from so far-

has taken so very long to get to us
to come into view- come along
from so many light years away

she was dead from last August
here it is, May, nine months later

two weeks ago, fell head over heels
in love with her

discovered just today
that she was- when I encountered her,
lone gone, long dead

I want her to last
like Marilyn Munroe has lasted
she is certainly as magical, as beautiful

dead and gone or not, I love her
she touched my heart
she touched my soul
took my breath with her dance steps
with her high kick
with what she could do
with a vertical bar to climb
to spin upon, to turn upside down on

with a wooden floor to cross
or to get down on her knees upon

she used to turn me on
this I must confess

what am I to do
now that she is gone
now that I know she is

am I to enjoy her still
or am I to join her mom
her family, her friends in mourning

what a sad day it is indeed
to hear of this deed
to hear of her demise

to hear that Korsica Liyaka Shepherd
is lifeless

when I thought she was quick, alive,
was well and thinking up- thinking of
new videos to add

I was actually awaiting sufficient funds
to be able to sign up

Web site she invited
who viewed her on YouTube
to follow  her to

"to see Mz Sexier
"being super sexy!"

I want to still
want to swallow all I can of her
like pills against the aches
and pains of life

of which she has been
relieved too soon


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2012
4:37 p.m. 07.05.12             

Sunday, May 06, 2012

Forest Trees
[a poem Virginia inspired]

you cannot from outside
tell me what to emphasize

I live here
you are only passing by
going by- driving by

your perspective and mine
are not one and the same

I decide if and when to weed my yard
when to mow my lawn
when to cut down trees

not easy financially
the fight with the forest advancing
reclaiming

not easy to without end, reverse it
not easy at all to turn it back

such an abundance of things
springing up, growing as swiftly
as I can cut them down
or have them cut down

growth as wild as the hair on my head
as the hair on my chin
requiring me often to visit the barber

I can use a gardener, full time
to discipline what is unruly,
growing wild, embarrassing me

people, thinking my property
unoccupied, come into my yard,
among the trees, to pee

at times some come
to move their bowels

when I am too long away
when they are able
to have their way


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2012
11:20 a.m. 06.05.12
Day of Destiny

is destiny coming towards me
I heading towards it
inevitable that we meet

or is it fleeing
and I'm chasing after it
desperate to catch up

tired from
and tired of chasing it
or is it seeking me
as I am seeking it

or might it have passed me by
gone on long ago

oh God if it is approaching
if it does approach

let it be oncoming
still


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2012
4:06 p.m. 06.05.12
Loving Hands

i.
Four who are left,
sisters of mine,
attired in black, in mourning,
at my sister, Marjorie's funeral.

Oh, how good it was
to see them: to be with
these four of six woman
who have, with such loving hands,
shaped my life, who have so inspired me.

Mom and Marjorie, R.I.P.

ii.
woman give you piece,
as sweet or sweeter than a hit

decide to deprive you of it
just when you have become an addict

like someone exposed to-
experimenting with freebasing cocaine

deprive you of what she knows
you'd suffer unbearably
to have to do without-
to have to live without

happy to leave you helpless
happy to bring you to your knees

iii.
roach to spank to death
with a foot of my slippers


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2012
Written between 7:55 p.m. and
11:14 p.m. on Saturday, May 5, 2012