Neon Compline

All y’all
pissing in my alley

shouting to your friends

dick out, Blackhawks boxers on

cell phone in one hand

I envy you

You’re a scrub

You’re a loser

But still you can piss standing up

in the alley

behind the utility pole

or walking backwards

and spraying down the pavement

in ziggy-zaggy lines

baseball hat facing the right way for once

yelling

‘Where the girls at’

shouting

‘I want some nachos’

I envy you

I envy you

walking backwards

shouting

and pissing standing up.

If this alley, this life, were a marathon

you’d piss in plain sight

While I’d roam in vain to find some low brush

If this were a cemetery

I’d be crouching behind a headstone

envying you;

And you’d be peeing with the angels

upright, forthright, shouting out

the horn parts to

‘These Boots Were Made For Walkin’