Pissing on Trees

Did you know?

These Eucalyptus trees are propelled upward 

by piss and acid rain

I have to piss.

Can you wait?

I have to piss. I'm gonna go find a tree.

Just don't get caught

It's friggin' freezing out side and where I'm standing isn't much warmer so I'll come out with you

And suddenly through the powers of suspended disbelief you are a bouncer staring at my chest and we are discussing douches

Not the vagina  kind because no douche will ever touch my lady lips because my mommy is a chemist and I've told you that a million times and she told me the shit they put in those things

There are euro-douches and Marin-douches and terra douche-a and doucheron; and novadouche and mill valledouche and douche city.

But what if douches were transformers and then we'd have Megadouche!!!!!  

I have to pee now from all the cherry coke thanks for the extra cherries or maybe you just like how when I pucker my lips to slowly separate the juicy chemical fruit imposter from the stem you're imagining that I'm taking the head of your dick into my mouth and tonguing each dip and rise of your shaft . . . or I could just be eating a cherry and working the cash register and shivering because it's cold out

That works too, right? 

Software Incompatibilities

You do not want my body

You long to press your mind against my mind 

and 

share with me wonderful auroras 

of brain chemistry 

and 

encoded imagination

I want to be one with your 

body

I want to share the things I cannot verbalize with my thick and cloying tongue

My mind runs a copy of you

Like a stolen copy of Mac OSX

In my mind 

You are fucking me

In my mind 

You are buried between my legs 

You are fucking spelunking with your dick 

and 

OH GAWD you can be the Indiana Jones to my Lost Arc any time!

In reality

You are running Windows Vista

and

I am tired of your screen saver

That pastoral farmland gets plowed more often than I do

We seem to have encountered

A software incompatibility

Mac has a conversion program

There’s probably an app for that

But damn you Windows Vista

You just keep rejecting me

and i cannot sleep

and i cannot sleep

because this brain is creating problems like a factory 

that is churning out guns that kill people

but instead this brain is creating problems 

problems that kill peace

and i cannot sleep

because when i shut my eyes i see things 

that no one believes for the sake of not wanting to believe

my nightmares are repetitive, comforting

my nightmares do not exist

and i cannot sleep

worries creating fear creating problems creating hurt

everybody would like true honesty

true honesty is not telling

honesty includes being honest to oneself 

i am honest to myself

and i cannot sleep

i like a child dismembering a doll

tear my world asunder 

this leg represents peace through silence

it has gone first

this leg represents peace through dependency

it has gone second

this arm represents peace through obedience 

it has been ripped away

this arm represents peace through self-objectification

it is still fighting

and i cannot sleep