Excremental Nightmares

Reading of the poem


Excremental Nightmares

Shit inserts itself into the center
Of our tranquility like a bowling ball
Dropped on a carrier pigeon
From a skyscraper.

It must be one of Newton’s theorems:
  An object at rest tends to stay at rest
    and an object in motion
      tends to stay in motion
        with the same speed
          and in the same direction
            unless acted upon
              by an unbalanced force

My rest, your motion, co-exist
Harmoniously with our natures
Same speed, motion, direction
Until the shit of the day
Excretes its nastiness
Like soup de jour in Pierre’s
Café.  Spoils the appetite,
The peace, the brain’s functionality.

A simple question, a phone call
A visit from Adventists, a sneeze
Or a fart, sets the little shit-stirring
Bastards in motion. Today’s no different.
A hot bath and hair curlers
did the trick. My car, your car-
we all scream for ice cream
in summertime rage.
Hell’s fire! Let there be
Peace and commerce between us!