A standstill collapse
locked door
sneaking a peek
to glimpse the rotting fuel
tunneling down a pipe
these anchoritic pieces
of me
falling into the orgy
of
classless waste
— a humming noise
coming from the wall
and
the thought
that you’ll never leave
this toilet alive
why should i?
this could be my last
excretion
my masterpiece of unpremeditated
feces
the revelation of the kingdom
of heaven
precisely when my
fat butt cheeks
begin to contract
for the final
plunge
(into the consciousness
of process and
decay)
jesus lord the fetidness
now
the work of
cleaning the gorge
my hands
gosh my hands
have mastered the crevice
SPOTLESSSSSS!
i stand, faucet, dry
Unlock
the world
return to the busy society
as another impeccable
glamour divinity
of the
human
race.
Ah the smelly reality of being a living biological organism. LOL.