Standing in the shower watching the
water-level rise upwards in
the bath
as my shedding hair increasingly
blocked the plughole,
I realised I was
too stoned to stop myself from pissing.
As the warm dilute solution of soap and
urine played about my
ankles,
I suddenly thought, 'hey, there is a God.
I have
faith.'
Then I thought 'Naah'.