ANOTHER DREAMLAND BOWL SONG    (I) - (original, first draft version)

That Had To Be The Most Amazing Piss Ever! It Sure Sounds Like it haha. I Loved This

Thanks Steven, ... hey, what can I say, I was in a semi-sleep state ('hypnogogia': half asleep, half awake)!...  But I suppose beyond that actual fact, it appears this might also be more solid ('fluid'!) evidence & proof, that I'm capable of pissing out poetry, even in my sleep!?!...lol...  
 
~  O.I.N.

HAHAHA! It is Proof, Indeed.

hey Steven, I was just checking on another comment some other DU poet member made re: my poem here & so I scanned through & reread your 1st comment to me & my response to you, when I suddenly noticed that I had misspelled the word 'hypnogia'... it is actually spelled 'hypnogogia', from 'hypnogogic', which is defined as that state of awareness half way between asleep & awake...  Sorry, but I had to correct my error, lest any & every DUP reader out there, who may enjoy reading member's comments after checking out each poem, they read, might get the impression (in my reply to you) that I can't even spell(!!!)& I certainly didn't want to lose any sleep tonight over that conceivable possibility!...(lol)...  & so 'NOW' I'm pretty sure I wont!...   ~ O.I.N.

Wow. Who ever would have thought a poem about taking a piss could be so intriguing and well written? Not me. Lol. That zone between awakeness and sleep always produces interesting results (I like being in it), which shows why you paid attention to the details of the sounds and how they blended and such. Cool write!

Thanks for your most enjoyable comments WoundedHeart, actually a great many of my best poems over many years, have come from my being awakened in the middle of the night (sometimes 2 to 3 times a night!), from the depths of my dreams, by my full bladder's call & in my 'sleepwalking' through the dark to the bathroom to relieve it insistence, I am able to maintain absolute stillness of mind in my hypnogogic state, until the moment I sense & feel I'm alligned in the precise location, as the sound of my relief's fluid melody is playing in my ears, a single word or two, or a string of a few words or a phrase, will suddenly, yet slowly drift across the inner screen inside my eyelids or in the center area of my forehead, much like a little, white cloud, drifting silently across a summer, blue, daydream sky...

  I learned long ago, that whenever that happens, if I don't go sit in the dark (on my way back to bed - 'AFTER' I've finished my nocturnal, zombiefied leak!) & jot those key-words, lines or phrase down on a writing tablet & if I wait until I awaken in the morning to try & do so, then they have usually disappeared completely from my conscious recollection!  But when I write them down right away in the dark, most often other consecutive words will spontaneously start arising, one after the other (while I'm still suspended in that semi-sleep state) & they seem to just come pouring out of the pen in my hand, without my controling or trying to direct them at all, due to my still mostly asleep state, while still in the dark, until they come to a stop, upon which I get back in bed & fall imediately back into deeper sleep & my dreams.  Then upon waking in the morning, I rush to go see what has come out & then carefully try & untangle my very messy writing & whatever overlapping lines of words there may be & then type my deciphered words out, revise & finesse them, until I'm more or less satisfied that it's in readable form (& I'm 'almost' 'always' surprised at what's come out!), then I file it on a document in my  laptop for future printing.

  But beyond all my unneccessary, 'compulsively' extraneous, overly detailed explanation here WH, I'm very happy & thrilled to hear you got some personal enjoyment (or curious entertainment) from your read of my little, old poem here!...  I likewise greatly enjoyed reading your shared comments to me here!...  Thanks again!...

~  O.I.N.