The men in my family are giants;
We walk into the bathroom & apologize
for our human Nature
all the while loving you.
There are things that lie on the ground
& it’s really common to use toilet paper
in this land, the thing is
I sit here wanting to hear my own voice.
It’s terrible, know
neither of us want to call one
another, there’s just no love around:
everywhere might as well be
the same as here.
I had almost forgotten how fun it is to turn the corner & see Lichtenstein’s Brushstrokes & just love it, oh I love that sculpture & the park blocks & the buildings & the people but I will address Mr. Lichtenstein by his first name (Roy) & bring him back to life! I will raise the dead!
but anyways, it can be fun again! I kind of like a little fun maybe a dash of excrement; maybe a bottle of Afrin in a nostril or a Very Muscular Dog. Lately I hadn’t considered the joy or those other anti-downer things. It can be easy to get SERIOUS!
I want this & that & I don’t want to cry anymore tonight but I just will & I won’t flush a thing because MY ears hurt so bad from hearing so much crying. Then I go outside & it’s cold out but I keep thinking about what to put in the toilet so I’m warm & Jolly! Jolly! Truly Jolly! & Isn’t that what it’s all about!? Yeah! It is! But then my father calls to ask me to flush a thing for his dead Dad’s funeral party & it just becomes awful. Again. Truly awful & no more being Jolly. (frown)
I have flushed the toilet
& the Very Muscular Dog waits;
it can be easy to get serious!
but I hear there are Giant Octopus
in these waters.
My infatuation is dumb
in a specific way
oh but perhaps back to Roy:
You have to watch the world
Stay the same, still don’t follow.