I Gotta Pee
I gotta pee
I gotta pee real bad
I’ll be right back after I pee
yeah that’s better
Category Archives: Poetry
Week 32, Day 223 – “I Gotta Pee”
Week 32, Day 222 – “Good Luck”
Good Luck
deuces wild
geese’s child
your in luck
you wacky duck
the dice are rolling
so let’s go bowling
and have a drink
’cause man you stink
and I need to be drunk
to put up with this punk
Week 32, Day 221 – “Aurora”
Aurora
the dawn of my life
and light of the northern sky
once danced together
Week 32, Day 220 – “Chicago”
Chicago
the city made itself my home
forced me to love it
a new neighborhood every night
I was a player
comedy, art, music, the cubs
pizza and hot dogs
beach, water front, and downtown parks
connected subways
obama went off to dc
and he changed the world
Week 32, Day 219 – “Campus Town”
Campus Town
went off to college
and had fun, fun, fun
’til my daddy took the keyboard away
damn keyboards
and what the hell is this internet thing
mosaic and I type what again
magic the gathering and screwdrivers
I worked fast food
on every block of green st.
’til I found my will
my salvation from the king of burgers
so I worked in a TV set
and in chambers
recording whatever I saw or heard
it was a start of something
that took me to where I am now
which was not where I was heading
when I moved to campus town
but who wants to be a physics geek anyway
Week 32, Day 218 – “Urbana”
Urbana
the second city of the two U of I cities
smaller, slower to move
but a hippy hangout too
pot and house parties
and a rooming house
with 14 different freaks
man, I miss those people
the ways of Urbana are different
not less better, but different
I enjoyed darts at the Embassy
and music at the Iron Post
a library that felt like a library should
and brick roads with tree lined streets
all fun, and neat and sweet corn festivals
and farmers markets
in a dead mall parking lot
and the station where I was booked
and the courthouse where I paid
the fine for saying fuck the man
and losing
to many first, some good and some better
Week 31, Day 217 – “Champaign”
Champaign
party half of the two cities
divided by the U
Champaign was my home for years
and some days I miss it
live music most every night
sometimes hard to pick the go to show
outdoor dinner downtown
or maybe some thin crust and pool
many friends made and still remembered
always a new crop yearly in a university town
good friends, good food and good music
what more is there?
Week 31, Day 215 – “Scratch”
Scratch
buffalo shit smells
in big piles on the prairie
stepping out to enjoy some nature
and there goes that pair of shoes
should’a, would’a worn boots today
if I’d known about your lies
thought we’d get together
just you and I, like the young days
and maybe, you know, frolic
like we used to
but you were back spreading fertilizer
which stinks but helps the grass grow
in spring through summer
you were kind of like that
a stinking fucking mess
that I needed to help grow
Week 31, Day 214 – “Unfair”
Unfair
i call unfair on you
the ones in power
the ones with money
deciding my life
without my consent
buying my future
for pennies on the dollar
Week 31, Day 213 – “Small”
Small
a grain of sand
lost in the black hole
center of our galaxy
crushed to infinite smallness
where matter turns to light
and light never escapes
teeny tiny little bity
this is the weight of a soul
