bladder function.

  Wake up, fingers hurt, im lost, im not bleeding though. Im looking for the carnage, it around here some where. Maybe its the sunset. Just neil and that bottle, what a bitch. Filled me up with errors. I threw things broke them. I feel cold I fell asleep in the swimming pool dodging bullets, paper chairs, syringes  little puppets in wheel chairs.
         the misses started her menstrual cycle, she just bleeds standing still, dripping down her legs. Her brown hair is a big mess perched on her head. "im hungry" she whispers. So carefully, I gut the french maid, I cook up an arm, a leg. i need the strength, im going hunting walking in the snow with polar bears, pitch white. Anchors over my shoulder blood drips down my cheek.

        I put up a fight last night they tell me. "We wouldn’t do a thing "you said. "You were mumbling about writing, Neil, center fold, abortions. Then you stopped dead center of the room started shaking, blood running out your nose. I thought you would piss your pants," she said.

"Nah I dont pee unless I want to, I still have a bladder to controll atleast." I replied. "I dont care" I yell," I dont really, I dont!" But still conviction is a matter I must uphold. "So eat a chocalote dog shit dick!," I yell. As the cherry covered waffle cops carried me out the door. The night air has a tinge of conspiracy and cop turd odor. "Im not paranoid" I shout as they touch my dick, put me in the car. You can pee in the toilet in your mind he/she whispers as he caresses my ass, setting me in the car. Ball Breath, is his name he has a toupe of rainbow colors, a big red beady nose. Shoes way to big, way too red. His pockets are filled with miniature hamburgers, toy cars, barbies and condoms. He likes to put his dick in his own anus and cum in a balloon, then dine on the contents.

          So there I am, in a cell, what the fuck. Neil young sits next to me singing about big bird. I want to tell him how I just started listening to his music. I want to say "hey man wanna jam?" but hes old and grey. Plus he would probably slap me. Then piss would run down my leg. like that 3 yr old in the grocery store yesterday. I think she was being "potty trained", so they say, no diaper. So her perents thought she was a BIG GIRL, took her too the store so she could piss her pants, make a splash. She splashed alright tears and all, that will make a big girl out of her, it would out of us all. Fatty!

         " finally," I rolled my eyes, walking out, the sunset making red flares on the sky. I had a tube of tooth paste, I was so ready to cook it up for dinner I couldnt wait, what a feast. Got in my hot rod, burnt asphalt and refugees as I sped home. I felt like that guy with the big gloves in that one movie. I saw robot ant hills on my way home. Their little dancey, dancey, poo poo walks. What a guy, what a guy.

         When I got home all the water had been replaced with urine. So I did the best I could to drink the blood of heyzues. I didnt have any french maid legs or arms. so I just ate the left over dog rotting in my colan with a side of toothpaste.
         After that the misses got home. She said,"oof im tired, my feet hurt, my head hurt im famished"
 So I said "well. Let me take a load off ya, put yer feet up." My erection raging, it works as a foot stool. Shes got that dark curly hair, the kind thats so dence it looks like an afro.
         " Mmmm," she says.
"Yep dont worry," I say, "I got this. Want some roast pigmy goat, its been marinatin all day in urine?"
          She says, "Nah i'll have some apple thou." "That a girl," I say.

I prepair a plate of apple de la apple le tu, her favorite. She says "berdabew". Eyes droopin, what a perdy bird, I think. She eats picking at it with a tooth pick little crumbs at a time. What a gal.

         Later on when my eyes are crossed I carry her down the hall to the bedroom. A little poof of a fart slippin by her gutter with each step. Put her in the bed, slowly, slipery hands, take her cloth off little at a time. If Im not carefull, i'll get excited, you know, but balls o da blues is how I am for her..

        I go back to my cupatea in the kitchen. Pickin my teeth, I helped her fall asleep, she was breathing heavy when I finally put that blanket over her, sweat on the back of her knees, breath warm like a fernus.

           But then I wake up, hands shaking, eyes broken, head hurting. I look in the mirror as hard as I can but im not there I can see the wall, the towels, the garbage can, my clothes from yesterday when I showered. I pick things up, move them about, but the mirror doesnt reflect. Then I get that notion, the one back in high school, when my first love, who liked the beatles, which is un healthy, made me watch that cartoon. It flashes back. Nowhere man in his nowhere land...... just alone empty glass of air..