so I’m outside taking a leak.
what is a man if he loses his ability to piss outside?
besides, I’d wake the baby if I went upstairs.
The flush of a toilet can be startling to a sleeping toddler.
the air is spring water.
It’s like those hooded sweatshirt nights I used to spend slugging
Bottles of brown and green. Chasing
Something that was never there.
Vick’s vaporub atmosphere with a twinge of fireplace.
I’m balancing myself.
Bare feet on the patio’s borderstones. All tip-toes,
watering the rose bush.
Wondering about the soil’s ph levels when...
I get suckered by the moon.
It’s mammoth. Embedded in blue-black directly above me.
I look around my back patio. I can see everything.
It’s eleven at night and I can see the contents of each corner.
The dead leaves.
The bolts on the fence are sequins.
Then I honestly, sincerely, ask myself the philosophical mother
Of all mothers. The same
question that the bog bodies asked themselves
Before they became such. Their ignorant contemporaries asked it too.
It’s the same question
Two ranchers ask each other under a Montana sky before, with crossed legs,
The older one says, “it’s crazy, I know.” Then tips his Garth Brooks hat over his face.
This moon made me ask that cliché:
what the fuck are we really doing here?
To know the square root of 144?
Reminisce about the mentos campaign of the ‘90’s?
Bemoan our lost loves, write rap parodies about uncomely math teachers, discuss how much you hate Da Brat, or rather how much you hate street spellings of real words, obsess over the number of steps in everyone of your relatives’ houses, complain, daydream about broads, discuss the different names of toilet manufacturers, drink a certain type of booze until you throw up and never drink it again, yearn for the past and all its trappings, discuss the subtleties of wine, point to a flock of geese, diminish people, wish you were something else, hear somebody ask yet another: “do you know what the definition of insanity is?”, sleep, eat salad, get a well-rounded education, imitate darth vader, security checks in airports, know all the positions jose oquendo played at the major league level, counsel, be counseled, piss in slightly inappropriate places?
My manly stream comes to an end.
i shake off the pee dribbles.
Ykk my pants.
then, for some reason, another question:
What monkey’s eyes are larger than its brain?Gotta google that.