And Stay Out!

Some guy once told me,
"The best urinal
Is the urinal in your home."

This quote gave me the chills
It reminded me of the pee shivers
Which by the way
Occur, I presume
Because a stream of heat
Is leaving one's body
Or perhaps
They are due to
A sense of loss, or detachment
Like saying goodbye
To an old friend

I should have known
When he said, "your home"
He meant my home

That was the last time
I talked to that man
This is the last time
I will quote him

It took me about an hour
To kick him out of my bathroom

Don't Get Me Wrong

The milk waterfalled out of the glass
And off of the table
And the spill got me thinkin'

But really
I'm not much of a thinker
And I'm not much of a cleaner
I'm more of a teacher

I thought it best
To leave the spill
To those who are cleaners

Like I said
I'm more of a teacher

And I'm not much of a waiter
So i left

I went to wander
Oh, man, do i love to wander

But don't get me wrong
I'm more of a teacher

And if any cleaners need to be taught
I will teach them

Just
Don't make me find them
I need to be wandering

The Crash Comes Quick With a Flammable Billboard

Dragon
Drag-in
Drag-out
Fire blazed and burnt out

Then you live it like a billboard:

Denounce your freedom!
Jump start your dreaming!
--Just an ounce--
--Two claps--
--And a snap of the fingers--

Yes, so consumed by the hits, but then comes the punch-and the waiting's done. You first burn-crash. Then you watch yourself craaaaaaaaaaash and burn.

Yes
You'll come back
But the waiting is sad

In French My Name Means Duck

I didn't believe it
When I heard it,
Until I read it;
But I wrote it.

Resolute

Saran-wrapped skin
Stretched by pressing knuckles
HIS KNEES FOLDED
Towing rope and twine of twisted tendon
Raking the sea of scarlet
Sending the army
HIS EYES SHUT
Of pricks and tingles
To torch and stab
Each flexed, desperate palm.
HIS PRAYER BEGAN

rip 12/25/**

Well.
I had waited all year.
Like ever year.
And every kid.
Only a few more hours.
Anticipation suffocation.
Patience broke.
Tip-toed stairs.
Hallway.
Turned.
A shadow!
Rarrrrrr!
Tripple scissor super face kick.
Punch.
Gouge.
Bite.
Dragged the thief - out the door.
Tied the thief - to the mailbox.
Gave the thief - to the winter night.
So technically it was frostbite.
And I blame his small bladder.
And miscommunication.
But anyway.
That's how grandpa died.