mY secreT ponD

you put
your butt on the bowl
and then
your mind grows three
feet
coming out to move
you somewhere

this happens every
time
when you undergo the
process
of an unloading
your mouth is a room
with a door
closed
but your ears are
always windows
gathering some pictures
of the news
your feet tread upon
a trickle
firm like a triangle
upon a rock
your mind is a hand
gripping
and then the bold idea
comes
it is time to go
and then be someone else
bolder than you
are
at the first hour of
your grapple