Pissing by the Tracks

Post noon slump, post 

Nut spunk, “peace out, sock”

Plop! hamper free throw shot

Get outside or else you’ll rot.

Overcast haze, forgotten concrete

Maze, rats left to scamper and gnaw cig

Butts cross the planes of mistrust

Just piss anywhere, who gives a fuck.

Behind this housing complex; smells like

Sorrow seated in semitrucks; chain linked

Alley always at the edge of – Ahhhhhhh...

Satori on the crests of my excess...

Air flirts shivers up my crotch, clenched, 

And I see the old trainyard behind this 

Piss dribletted fence: Full of life

As stonehenge, as wide and clear

As the Sierras in spring. Sentient

Emptiness, perhaps. Man minus mask

His ornate trains all but sand. I gaze

Out on myself, my cock still in hand.

––March 30, 2020