Stream of Consciousness
Still here, and focused, cars drift behind fuzzily – their lights
so soothing on my back – cast a shadow up this tree in front of me – I am aware of my own hand on my shoulder – the arm drawn neatly across – I feel the breeze blowing through me as I stand poised and ready:
No lights now except the stars,
My own internal energies (good and bad) flow
In a beautiful, sighing, arching stream of piss,
Cutting through the darkness
And s p r a y i n g
over my shoes:-
And then for a moment I feel empty and whole at once,
As the last drops run warm down my leg.
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