9.6.17

I took a piss at Dodger Stadium

somewhere in left field

the bathroom felt like standing

inside a slot machine

 

 

notes of garlic and fried potatoes

and halitosis on the air

 

 

yet I looked nowhere but

down

at the mosaic of tile beneath my chucks

and thought, as the light intensified,

What circus have I entered?

What dream

of someone else

am I

inside of?

 

I  washed my insides out

with beer and peanuts,

peanuts peeled and plopped

into cups of Mexican beer

floating there like capsized June bugs.

 

I took a piss at Dodger Stadium

while the seventh inning stretch blared

music toward Mars,

and sixty thousand strong

asked to be taken out to a ball game they

were already at.

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Written at 1:15 in the morning, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA. Dodgers fell to the D-backs, 3-1.