"Strange Urges "
Three in the even-God's asleep A.M.
and had to get up and pee,
AGAIN!
Did it.
Headed groggy to the kitchen,
Orange , Prune or even God forbid, Clamato juice ---
anything short of fatally toxic to kill the taste
and get rid of a case
of cigar-snore mouth.
The door shelves of the refrigerator
yeah, the ones I promised to clear out
of the sullen and weird concoctions
when the BonBon reminded me two days before
O.K.,,,,,,O.K. I thought "As good a time as any,,,,,,,
three A.M. be dammed,,,
maybe get a bunch of "brownie points"
when BonBon made breakfast further in the
more civilized morning.
So, there I was bathed in the ambience
of a fifteen watt light bulb,
sans pajamas,,,,,,,
Sans even underwear
sitting on a cold tin folding chair
throwing away who-know-what mummified mixtures
into a large garbage bag.
That's when I discovered it
---------- my last precious half-pint
of Mama Roden's
ambrosial New Jersey Gooseberry Preserves,
What could I do? Had to get a finger dab or two at least
then another and another and another
and began going at it like a National Geographic chimpanzee
gluttonously scooping it out crooked finger
then
licking them
then finally straining to get my tongue
to the bottom of the little jar.
A naked great white ape
nude except for the makeup of sweet Mama Roden's
scrump-tee-osity spackled across his face.
"Nothing" I yelled to her half awake question
flung from the bedroom,
"I'm just getting up to take a pee" I said in a selfish deceit
"Nothing ," I said again,
Just go back to sleep"
© 2005 Alan Adotto
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