The Last Mile
Traffic behind me. I’m on the ramp. Palms have grown damp, as I try to keep my pants dry.
The time I spent waiting, while holding it and pontificating, was about nothing but I survived.
Only three more streets until I can finally re-meet, and smile at my family in the eyes.
But the slowing SUV ahead suggests the light is turning red. My bladder quakes terrorized.
Why Time? Go! Time you move too slow!
How could you change that light right now?
Could my plight fall on deaf ears somehow?
Why Time? Go! Time you move so slow!
Can’t this SUV just move along?
Get out of my way, where it belongs!
Hopes for the future nearly pass. Dwindling progress in relapse. I force my mind from looking into the void.
Steal machine begins advancing. Stagnant moment finally passing. This inaction was always transitory.
The SUV signals they're taking a right, peeling away out of my sight. Gas pedal beneath my foot implores.
Only space and time lay in my way. Home’s aligned precedently. Pressure’s release is now in store.
Starting slowly, moving faster, time slows down, I’m a laser blaster.
Finally coming up to speed, burning petrol to fulfill my deepest need.
No cars before me, open road, puff of smoke, my speed explodes.
Quickness now be, the only freedom I see, gasses fuming de-leaded notoriety.
Least now I'm nearly home, anthropogenic omnicide pails to my need for a bathroom.
Earth as well may ignite, animals drowning, passing plight, as only this urge I can fight.
Burning power to fulfill my imploring yearn. Planet earth is going to have to wait its fucking turn.
So long as my inside water wants to make its way out!
Go Time? Go! Time you move too slow!
Impatient torment haunting me.
Nearest future I will never see.
Go Time? Go! Time you move so slow!
Speed of light, a pesky constant.
Slow that down, I’m at my faucet.
Creeping hault; a nightmare ahead. God, no. Why? The light is red. Laughter ripples through the void.
Deeply holding my gasping breath, break lines reluctantly compress. My idling vehicle now missemployed.
Sanctuary now, so close by. Pass this intersection, then I’m just shy. Will wavering, continues to disappear.
Uncomfortable moments can not be, imagining times not needing to pee. Indigent still I must persevere.
Why Time? Go! Time you move so slow!
Space is stuck, my plancks are passing.
Persistent halt inaction maddens.
Go Time? Go! Time you move so slow!
Speed and time must now invert.
My wheels and hopes stalled in the dirt.
Not yet home but nearly there. All patience dissolved from distressed wetware. I lurch forward, taking all the space.
Dreams of a green light finally true. Instinctively knowing the only thing to do. Human urges I must now outrace.
Inching forward, wheels are spinning, screeching noises, people seeing.
Burning rubber, smoking odors, friction now caught by screaming motors.
A sinking feeling, as g-force rise. Slow down safely for some kids outside.
Right turn clear, I’m nearly home. Cut the wheel, add gas and speed down the road.
Swerving into the driveway barely alive. Throw the car door open almost leaving the keys inside.
Full speed leaping, tripping over knees so stiff. My entire arduous journey has led up to this.
Sprint up the stairs, lunging forward to unlock the front door. The nightmare is finally over.
Until I drop my keys on the floor!
Could it be? Me, so painfully waiting to pee?
My strength is spent. The key is too far.
Overwhelming urges, should have gone in the car.
Could it be? Me, so horribly needing to pee?
Legs quake violently, as I dare lean over.
Laughing echoes humming near the motor.
Time’s now too short where it once was long. Luck ran empty, in this situation I don’t belong.
Knees draw inward, as I squat towards the key. Teary eyes water, and blurred vision obstructs me.
Recounting a child's woeful elementary fear. Cold doom ensues, as dreaded wet end draws near.
Effort waning from straining, only wishing to flee. Look around quickly making sure no one would see.
Is the future decided or has free-will sealed my fate? Stuck at my front door, needing to get in and urinate.
Hopefully I’ll forget this, with some shots and beer. Exasperated, I prepare to go, when the lock’s click I hear!
Freely, traveling spatially.
Greet my Family with a yelp and a glance.
Onward to end this overdue dance.
Freely, embracing urgency,
My bathroom ajar. In privacy, there’s peace.
Engorged anxiety flows away with release.