Tuesday, February 24, 2004

Waste is a Terrible Thing to Mind -or- the Poetry of Poop

Here's a little something I wrote...

ODE TO THE DIAPER PAIL

Poopy parcel in hand,
I open the lid
of the plastic Dalek,
Stuff in the diaper
And prepare to twist,
But nothing happens.
How odd.
My sleep deprived brain
Doesn't grasp immediately
That the pail is full.
On autopilot, mechanically
I try again, shove harder,
But meet only resistance.
Damn, now what do I do?
Pull out the shit rope
Long and ghostly white
Like a braid of garlic
Yet fragrant in a whole ‘nother way.
I tie the ends together
And make a fecal wreath
Which I offer to the gods of garbage.


I haven't written poetry in ages. It is really nce to be able to tap away on my new laptop while Mikro takes the occassional nap.

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