The last time I saw The Wall
which was the first time I saw The Wall
(making it kind of my last waltz with The Wall)
was pretty intense.
I was kind of high
on Tab Cola
one of those Big Gulp grotesqueries
just filled to the brim
that filled me to the brim.

As the psychedelia played before me
I started to see some sort of vision
and as the kids harmonized
full of piss and vinegar,
I was filled with just one of them.

My eyes
rolled to the back of my head
I really had to rush to the bathroom
but I couldn’t.
I couldn’t afford to miss a thing.
It’s not like there was a plot
per se
but
I had to sit it out
or squirm it out
to be more true.

The end of the film was excruciating
and not just because of what happened.
The torture of the final scenes
was exacerbated
by my exasperated bladder
that was yearning to expunge.
The minute the credits ran
so did I
and freedom tasted sweet.

It has been like that lately
with my needing to get away
get a breath
get some sleep
but knowing that any minute like that
would be spent
away from you.

I’ve had to go so badly
but I’m not going anywhere.
So
you’ve never seen The Wall?
We should check it out some time…