© Sauce*Box, Winter 1997-98. All
rights revert to author.
Urination
by Ernest Slyman
Flow from me, green unguent ink,
Writ joy of beautiful bodily fluid,
Love liquefied by tender thoughts,
Pour out your heart, bubble,
Drop by drop tell the falsehoods
Of the day, drown the world
In your sticky goodness.
Some religious orders drink you
For breakfast, I hear, and why not?
Loyal soldiers washed their faces
In horse piss for Charlemagne.
How good it feels to set you free
From the dark vessels,
Listen to you laugh at the world,
How terrible it must be to wash
Our sins away, and stink
For the good of man.
Shimmer up my yellow-green face,
Cloudy murky intimations
Of who I really am,
Hideous child washing my hands
Of your magical ointment
Which cured warts in 16th century
Europe. Now, health hazard,
Cool the wasteland's puddle
Shimmers and whoosh!
Swirls, dips and folds
The ceiling light
Like a napkin under my chin.
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