Profile Home My Writing About Me Latest News
Message Me Members Area Writers-Network Upgrade to PRO

A Poem by michaelgallatin

Author: michaelgallatin
Created: December 08, 2016 at 07:07 pm
Upload Type: Poem, M (16+)  
Category: Weird | Psychology | Despair
Upload Stats: 3.75 Stars by 2 users with 3 comments and 171 views

Raptured Glee  

I am a ghost of who I should be,
dwelling in transparency
so I can't see the real me.

With my invisible flag unfurled
I roam around this saddened world
like a stone that's poorly hurled.

Thrown into the maelstrom that is life,
surrounded by pain and endless strife
plus madness which is truly rife.

So many insane dwell there on the street,
living on hand-outs in their defeat
with no place to which they can retreat.

They walk around amid the din
with eyes staring out but looking in
and a most sardonic grin.

And I asked one what it was he knew
and he said the sky is surely blue
like my eyes as I'm telling you. 

Then as he just kept on talking
I found that I was quickly walking
away from the onlookers who were gawking.

Staring and pointing and laughing in glee
so I was happy that I wasn't me
but then I had the urge to pee.

So I whipped it out right then and there
despite a voice that said "Beware!"
but I heeded not its strident blare.

And as I pissed I looked around
and wrote my name upon the ground
which made a small and hissing sound.

Then all the people turned toward me,
millions as far as my eyes could see
and it filled my heart with raptured glee.

For now I saw that I was this,
a man who had an urge to piss
as I was overcome with bliss!

Michael "Don't Eat The Yellow Snow!" Gallatin

Last Modified: December 08, 2016 at 11:25 pm
© michaelgallatin - all rights reserved

Author Notes

Every once in awhile I must write something that is simply crazy and so here it is. Though in an odd way it's also a poem about escaping despair and finding joy in a very simple act. As I said to my best friend that sort of qualifies it as describing a moment of Zen. Living in that singular action and moment of peeing and defining yourself in that regard. Pretty weird huh folks?

The author would love to hear your feedback but you must be logged in to do that. If you are a member of Writers-Network click here to login and review this writing entry.

Not a member? Not a problem! You can register here, it's free for everyone

Comments & Reviews ( X 4)

December 09, 2016
Helpful? Thumbs UpThumbs Down
On a trip to Paris I was horrified to see guys openly pissing in the street everywhere.
and I remember wondering if the ladies ever wrote their name in the same fashion.
Thanks for the smile.
Best ~ Abra

There are no comments on this review.

December 09, 2016
Helpful? Thumbs UpThumbs Down
Discovering one's self
and seeing the world as others seeing. From a different perspective. Relief comes in differentt forms and stages of requirement eh!

There are no comments on this review.

December 08, 2016
Helpful? Thumbs UpThumbs Down
Ah . . .
These lines were me during my two lost decades . . .

"With my invisible flag unfurled
I roam around this saddened world
like a stone that's poorly hurled"

I admit to not whipping it out in front of a crowd, but I imagine I would have if I had given it some thought. I was that ent in those days.


There are no comments on this review.


Authors, Share Your Book with Millions of Readers

Sponsored Ads By Members was granted non-exclusive rights to display this work
   All poetry, stories, columns, and other member contributions are owned solely by the poster
   © - All Rights Reserved
   Get Your Free Poetry Site!  |  Read Todays' Poems  |  Upgrade to PRO  |  Writing Community