Thursday, August 12, 2010

Incontinence as Metaphor

As I’ve grown older, I’ve noticed
That within a small, but potent, subset
Of human behavior—
“Backstage acts" I think they’re called,
Ones at which we would look askance
(Hell, horror is more like it.)
If they were expressed openly—

My inhibitions there
Are losing strength.

When, or where, or with what, will it all end?

It's hard to say, but
Embarrassing legal problems could result...

And yet,
Thinking back,
I can remember many, many
Times when I followed demons to places
Where right now
I can't even imagine--
Don't want to.

It all just goes to prove--
I guess--
That there's nothing new
In losing control.

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