Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I'll love you like an urgent need to piss,
like strange discomforts crystallized within
my deepest sensualities, possessed
by intuitions, which demand I act
ferociously that equilibrium
might soon regain its sanctuary place--
I'll love like dire responses passionate
to pressures harbored deep; and fashion it -
my love presented - like a hallowed space
of intimate release, a stadium
for victories displayed, a verdant tract
of life-attended earth-- and I've professed
to love you even as I void but in
all trust far greater loves will shadow this.

a full to bursting bladder might color
one's perception of equilibrium...

And reaching any sort of 'sanctuary place' seems to demand
nothing less than full passion.

('passionate', and 'fashion it'... damn, man... good.)

I take three shits in the morning
like a symphony in three movements
first one soon as I wake up
it's the allegro

then after my first cigarette
there is the andante, slower movement

then the presto
(this is after the second cigarette)
it's looser and less restrained

symphony every day

Oh my! I think I stumbled into the bathroom by mistake!

*Pauses and looks around* Though I must say, there's some mighty fine writing on the walls of the stalls around here.

Well, if you'll excuse me now, I have to go tinkle.

I like the title, joel!!!
to want to piss and to have the bathroom more or less four blocks from your place in a stormy night is only a dilemma for some seconds, you just piss beside where you are..!!! I´ll read the other poems later, no internet-telephone again.The city, a blue & white placid desert today.