My Favorite Morning Poem of the Week

There is nothing so mundane as dreaming of toilets
And waking with an urge to pee. But oh! What toilets
I’ve seen in dreams! There was one that sat on a bier
like a throne and another upholstered in floral brocade.
I remember the one that was clearly unconnected to anything
resembling plumbing and the one where kittens popped out
from under the seat and the one that looked like a beauty shop
chair in a room full of beauty shop chairs they were all
a mess all broken and split with their foam guts exposed.
I remember the one tucked behind a gauze curtain on one
side and exposed to the world on the other. I’ve heard it said
that dreams are journeys into another world and I’m here to testify:
They have some crazy toilets over there.

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One thought on “My Favorite Morning Poem of the Week

  1. pay toilets in seventeen trips to europe and the mediterranean, i have seen most varieties of toilets. i usually opt for the mcdonalds if possible, i always buy something to drink to pay for it.

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