Reserve

I am so tired, but so very content. I am dirty, need a shower, slightly still hungover, hungry but lazy, hideously bruised in many places from the new bike (cause I ride it like a mountain bike although it is not), first I went the wrong way on the subway for a long time on the subway, then I fell sleep going in the right direction, yadayadayada.

Yet, contentitude is radiating outward from me. to you. Tonight I have some to spare, so I am sharing it. Use it now if you want. Or save it up for the future. There will be more too. I may package it up and hand it out, para gratis. Or wrap it up in cottonballs and glitter, get a sling shot, stand on a rooftop, and hit people when they aren't looking. Put some in my my altoids box so I have some just in case I am feeling down.

i peed on your stuff pal

i peed in your shower
i peed here on your couch
i peed in a bag, tied it around my waist
and now i've got a pee pee pouch

i peed out your window
i peed on your hairbrush
i peed, drank it fast (and liked it)
cause i'm a kinkyboozy lush


i peed on your sad, sad flowers
hoping they would grow
i peed in your alpaca slippers
it will be years before you know

i peed in the thai friendship dinner doggybag
i should be busting open right now
i'm peeing in the beer you're drinking
don't even ask me how



(the above poem was written for mik, my particularly self-centered pal in chicago)