Bathroom Hyroglyphics

A Poem by Wisconsin

Another notpoem.

Somewhere in the darkness between point A and point B there lurks a payphone.

(That sounded pretty poetic, right? I ought to be a poet. But wait, there's more!):

My nemisis is sitting in a stall drawing bathroom hyroglyphics on the wall.

Never seen him, but we are diametrically opposed.

(bathroom hyroglyphics is the most poetic verse since 'cellar door,' 'sliced bread,' 'Gappy Pete's dentist,' and any statement opening or closing with the word 'f**k.')

My keychain has been blessed by a congolese monk.

On it, you will find a rabbies tag issued by a certified vet, my library card, some dental floss (just in case,) and maybe, if you truly believe, a key. To my heart.

(That was just plain nonsense.)

F**k poetry!

© 2008 Wisconsin

Author's Note

Another masterpiece.

(I'm secretly a genius.)

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Rita

I think this is the first poem of yours that I've read...

At this point the phrase ' Be afraid...be very afraid' comes to mind.

I love it.

Hieroglyphics + Bathroom ----Combine with curiosity------> Written with what?

Posted 15 Years Ago

Brett Campaigne

the title secures your genius, but also makes certain that what happens next is very annoying.

Posted 15 Years Ago

Legion

F**k! LOL This was poetically poetic. I loved it. Going in my favorites. Hope you are writing a book. This is sure to become a classic. :) I think you would like my piece "A Day in the Life of a Urinal Cake". Check it out if you get a chance.

Posted 15 Years Ago

Hedra Helix

F**k you are hilarious when left to your own devices. Did you have a flash nightmare about looking for payphones? I just got up from a dream where i was riding giant leaves and pretending i was in hawaii already, hah, and i was on private peoperty and got kicked out, fucked up isnt that? i was totally enjoying myself, eyes closed and blissful and all, but wait! my dream redeems itself, then I got to purchase a blanket, a pretty silk green one for the guestroom. which in some long away random kooinkie dink sense benefits you too, cos its for the guestroom that you will someday use (see i brought it back into context, i know, im amazing, i know) but yes, corporate america has its roots plunged deep in me. cos it made me rather happy to buy it, and then i bought lemon cookies too, same diverse store, cos aparently im hungry.
Now, there is a helicopter flying suspiciously low over my house being that it is 2 am. i wonder if the pilot cares that he and hunger pangs have woken me up. prolly not. F**k.

good poetic lines sir non poet, again cant tell if this amuses me cos ite funny or cos youre funny, alas.