Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith

Know It All

Know It All     

©2010, Olan L. Smith

I thought I had it figured out,

then I found myself splattered about

the walls and ceiling.

I can still hear my landlord's calls,

"Clean up the mess or I will have your balls." 

You see my paradigm burst, freeing the congestion

without hesitation, and all my seeming knowledge

flowed out the door, and now I'm healing.