my companion

pissing in the toilet bowl
the centuries whirl past
me
and that lovely lady,
Suicide,
the only lovely
lady,
appears once again,
she knows me.
the walls are cream
yellow.

I flush,
return my penis to
hiding,
wash my foolish
hands,
walk from the
bathroom to this
room.

she has followed
me.

outside the night is
past midnight.
inside, there is no
time.

I uncap the beer
bottle,
swallow down
Rome,
Carthage,
yesterday and
the churning of
now.

she watches me
and waits.

I scratch my neck
as the entire
earth
comes in through
the window.
it is in a form.
the form is a
body of dark
air.

the lady waits
for my love
as I notice the
hairs on my
arms,
the veins on
my hands.

I light a cigar,
inhale, then
exhale a mass
of smoke.

I lift the beer
bottle
as somewhere
in the night
a dog barks
rapidly,
five times,
then
stops.