I wrote this sitting on the toilet

I wrote this while sitting on the toilet

boxers and shorts at my ankles

Okay so that part was written before sitting on the toilet

and inspired the idea of sitting on the toilet

It may not be my Odyssey or Ulysses,

my Old Man and the Sea or Moby Dick

my The Raven or Tam o' Shanter

Hell, it's not even my The Very Hungry Caterpillar

But it has purpose and it has heart

So too was that part written before taking to the throne

It is a real testimony to my commitment to my craft and authenticity, to seeing an idea through

Sat on my white porcelain throne, ideas come forth between muscle movements

I'm sat on my throne, my pedestal offering to the world the words, the prose it didn't know it needed

From my throne, with my pen and paper, empires can crumble or be built up, songs can be composed and sung, masterpieces can be scrawled and torn to pieces, ideas can blossom, bear seeds for bees to pollenate

spread them near and far o the drift of the lightest breeze or most treacherous fear-inspiring hurricane

It was misty this morning (still is, this afternoon), the kind of encroaching misty like a Stephen King misty

Where you find yourself hoping and worrying that in the thick of it are creatures or beings, perhaps sprites or humo-mite hybrids.

What do they want? Who can tell?

To break bread or raise hell and break heads?

As I sit I see the dry rot under our bath

and I wonder when the council will

book our appointment

to completely rip out

the floor beneath my feet

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I shaved my hair yesterday

By myself, as my wife is away

It was freeing and saddening

Watching my hair

once the deepest, darkest brown

so thick and dense, fall

so frayed, thinned and

salt and pepper curls

I shaved too close I think but

my head feels amazing

and is a nice round, spherical shape

It lifts my mood slightly

Just enough

My mood of late shifts as

the waves on the sea between

storms and calm tranquillity

Warm and hopeful

then

cold and despondent

I wonder when my next true masterpiece will arrive

in my head, heart and soul

ready to be transmitted, transcribed, into the tangible from its existential beginnings

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: Self-explanatory, I believe? I hope you enjoyed this deep dive, stream.