Trying to find poetry
off bathroom walls
and the catch phrases
a little apparent
and not necessarily anticipated
clichés predictably
stagnate in the air
and a whiffle of inspiration
is elucidated
only ideas prosper
on toilet paper etchings
bound to draw envy
from pro engravers
and thinking back
to Tangerine Dream
and the current moment
of Kinky Friedman
It’s a cosmic thought—
I’m certain
I think my action
was taken as
an act of narcissism
and many were perturbed
but there was little I could do
to many any one of them
really understand
from whence I came