Midnight Piss

Midnight piss

There’s something beautiful

about a midnight piss

you know?

Rocking off of the mattress,

hearing the percussion of my joints do its little drum solo

while I’m GRUNTING on vocals.

The world is so violent early in the morning

the birds start to scream at eachother

the streetlights are exhausted

from long winter shifts

and the curtains have that cool pre-dawn glow.

I make a b-line for the bathroom so gracefully

that I convince myself that I could live life blind, no problem,

before stubbing my toe on the dehumidifier.

The smell of a midnight piss is like nothing else,

the urea has mellowed

                             and barrel aged.

I use the sound of it hitting the bowl

to make sure my aim is true,

better not piss straight in the water

or you’ll wake the whole house up.

I’d turn on the light,

but where’s the thrill in that?

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