Love Inside A Urinal - Poem by Charles Lara
Awake in the morning
head full of sleep
heart raging with lust
sadness fucking my stomach
I step out of my warm
undeniable giving bed.
The voice of my 4 year old son
runs up the stairs and reminds me,
“ Bye Da, ”
“ Bye Son”
“ I love you Da”
“ I love you son”
He heads out the door
his mother’s right behind him.
we do not say goodbye or have a good day
or any other pleasantries for that matter.
We never do.
I hear her slam the door
as my feet scream from the cold tile
inside the bathroom, I stop and aim
and I piss out the waste in my bladder
while I yawn at another beginning
of a repeat before endless days
carry me back to sleep.
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