Piddles

the other night

i got up for a piss

something got me thinking

about what i'd ask for

if i was granted a wish

not two or three

just one

what would i wish for?

Bukowski did his best thinking

when he was snapping one out

not being fecally minded

the universe stepped in

and i was given another route

i'm a rainy day parade kinda guy

some shit just won't fly

and no matter how you try

here's me just getting by

just being casual

just being loose

so

i thought long

and

i thought hard

about

what i was thinking

about

in my mind the turmoil began

wayward wind driven thoughts

just all up and blew away

i sat there mouth all slack

eyes glazed with a bubble of dip shit spit

slowly slipping from the corner of my mouth

but here’s the thing

the ring a ding ding

the very bedrock

to which i cling

this A game

i'm expected to bring

it don't mean jack

it don't mean a thing

i was in a doozy

i was in a pickle

a pebble i had thrown into a pond

showed me a truth inside a ripple

i couldn't remember how to wish

let alone what to wish for

or what i should

even if i could

i'd wish i would