Musing

Sitting on the crapper, Rodinesque,
listening to the water dripping into the
bathtub — drips akin to a kid learning his second note
on the bongos — and the drip moderator,
which sends potassium chloride solution
through the tube (which prevents me from enjoying
said tub) into my arm — the drip moderator,
I say, sighing itself like the orgasmic coffee percolator
we had so many years ago, and I’m observing
the five-legged base of the thing, which I had
to drag in here attached as I am to it,
the five legs reminding me that a
man is a five-legged woman without a leg
to stand on in an argument with her, and
I notice that on the one leg, somebody has
used a magic marker to note that this
machine is 5N for fifth floor north, our present
location, but the N is slanted, looks like
lightning, and it all makes some kind of
cockeyed sense.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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