Midnight Piss

Midnight pissThere’s something beautifulabout a midnight pissyou know?Rocking off of the mattress,hearing the percussion of my joints do its little drum solowhile I’m GRUNTING on vocals.The world is so violent early in the morningthe birds start to scream at eachotherthe streetlights are exhaustedfrom long winter shiftsand the curtains have that cool pre-dawn glow.I make a b-line for the bathroom so gracefullythat I convince myself that I could live life blind, no problem,before stubbing my toe on the dehumidifier.The smell of a midnight piss is like nothing else,the urea has mellowed                             and barrel aged.I use the sound of it hitting the bowlto make sure my aim is true,better not piss straight in the wateror you’ll wake the whole house up.I’d turn on the light,but where’s the thrill in that?Follow Matt on:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mattnommepoet/Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@mattnommepoetWebsite: https://www.mattnomme.wales/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.