Above
by, Max Booth
I was at a musical festival in Chicago
when I witnessed true beauty
in a portable toilet.
All around we were having fun,
sweating, bleeding, dancing,
doing what humans are meant to do
and not what we think
we’re meant to do,
but following what our instincts
tell us to do,
and that is
the natural response,
the correct response,
the human response.
In that toilet in Chicago
I saw beauty at its finest,
and that was a wad
of one dollar bills
drowning in a pool
of shit.
We were above money,
above commercial jingles,
above the tyranny
that
is
social
order.
We were above the clouds
and more so, we were above
ourselves
and everything
the rest of the world stood for.
We did not need possessions
to possess us,
nor did we need
a clean bowl
to dirty.
And standing there
in the center of
Humanity’s soul
I took my turn
and pissed
on Washington’s face.
