i’d title this better if i didn’t have to race off to the pooper.
by Roger Mugs
five AM rise before the sun
my reflection in the water treatment pool
my feet on this trash-soiled ground
toes gripping every crevice
music and running as fast as my
legs will carry me
bring me before the throne.
before the sun.
I think the whole ‘racing to the pooper’ and ‘running as fast as your legs will carry you’ overlap makes for a solid function. Unless, that is, you acquired dysentery and in which case, the ‘solid’ will be much more fluid – and, in fact, that may explain why you had to ‘race’ to the pooper as such bowel movements as those do not take ‘no,’ nor ‘wait’ for an answer.
Tangents: at your service.