Dark and stormy
four-
thirty
in the morning—yellowwhite toilet
bowl fizzing—with
hundreds
no—
millions! of
millions! of
little tiny babies' precious little
eyeballs
eyeballs
budding
dividing
billowing
colliding and—
dividing
billowing
colliding and—
just before blinking
out
once, and for all
of time—winking-
up, kind of
like they're saying—Hey.
out
once, and for all
of time—winking-
up, kind of
like they're saying—Hey.
You may!
Not always—
feel the exact same way
as today.
as today.
And isn't that—
something!
something!
you'd be?
vaguely—
interested
in.
