Both Hands in the Piss-bucket

lose all ridiculous sense

inherent substance of my existence–

fuck the weary laggard cowards

never far enough to make a difference

unfurled and untethered, unwise, unheard of, undeniably mad and indifferent
to stagnant desert sun, withdrawn from consciousness, unaware of despair                          
unattached, unmeaningful, unnamable,
                    inelegant and stumbling insole step,
                    in soul insight

unbothered and smiling buttercup tulip kiss heavenly lemons

inert and inedible, unbearable taste in the mouth, bitter bite on the tongue

blip drip tack-tack-tack slippery lips wordy cascade drop flip-flop fish flesh

surrender the soul to a higher plane of perception,

liberated, unbound, untied, unchained and unconscious

driftwood winding side-step concussion
                                    repeat revolt piss-poor and blissful

kneecapped waves froth on shins stuck ankle deep,
            digging down in dense inertia

every third step ahead of itself,
misdirected by the sun,
                                                            distracted by wind,

stand still on the windowsill, piss backward in the room,
the cave delinquent of presence, piss-bucket of memory
                                                    carried up and down the hill

painfully pretentious piss chalice of pride,
                                       twirl twisted mirror glass reflection

rebuttal of piss ass pressed firm against the wall,
                                    shit stained glass window,
                                    piss over the ledge

deep in the trench, not yet buried,
but borne aloft on breaking winds

over the rainbow, into the great blue nothingness of sky
                                                            imbibed by eye
blackened in a blink, half a heartbeat and gone,
so far, so good, so there you go,
getting when the getting’s good and necessary
for lack of a better need for definition
or in deference to something higher and un-knowable,
                                                           aftermath of emptiness
held in hands plunged in the piss-warm piss-bucket,
completely purged and cleansed of the ink
                                                        embedded in my fingers.