Thursday, May 29, 2008

Our Waterless Urinal: a poem about relief

Though our waterless unrinal
lacks waters swift flow, I still
find sweet relief within its
porcelin bowl

my urinal has no flush
no water
no handle
no rush

waterless urinal
you are not my favorite
I miss the flush
after you leave me empty
you leave me emptier still
the silence of your action
is not satsifying
What can i do?

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