Vagabond Summons

#1 (Unfortunately I couldn’t hear the title).

answer poem to a poem by Viggo Mortensen as read at Beyond Baroque, April 1, 2006..

So I’m sitting there listening to this guy mumble about how his cock can piss in any sink as long as his aim is true and he disposes of the evidence. I laugh, distracted by his cute grin. Then start thinking about how I can’t pee anywhere without standing in line, unless I want to get arrested for indecent exposure.

One hour earlier, my bladder bursting, I’m trying to decide if the shrubs are big enough to hide my bush while he’s running around having “technical difficulties” with his um video feed. So I ask a volunteer how much longer. The answer: “maybe ten minutes. Would you like some water?”

Are you kidding me. I can’t even say vagina in these double speak days, have to brazilian away any trace of my animal nature since it’s scary and inconvenient and he’s bragging about how his golden streams can sprinkle everywhere.

Birds and men, the whole world is their god damned toilet. Then again they don’t have to worry about shoes and I won’t lift my skirt for just anyone in order to prove women can also pee standing up.

Coming Soon the sequel, #2 in which we do not find out if annette shits in the woods.

May/2006