Crapping as Art      by  Lob


a few steps down the hallway
softly so not to wake the roomate
turn the corner, flip the switch
and the night becomes bright.
Simultaneously the whirring, grating
pulse of the overhead fan whines
in pubescent jet engine like rotation.
Odd things bounce the light around
and off the mirrors...silver beads
from Mardi Gras or a birthday party
lay about with razors and soap.
Make your way in ritual like fashion
ancient porcelin alter where pain
and sacrifice are kept.
Near stooping genuflection, becomes
seated, and petitioning is made
to gods of relief and easing of life.

art as crap     crapping as art.