as is common in the primordial early morning/i was draining an old man’s bladder/after having blown my nose

there was a sensation of my nose starting to run on the left side/but what fell from my nostril and into the bowl/was a fat wobbly raindrop/of blood

then there was another one

so I pulled up my underwear/flushed and unrolled a few squares of tp/tilted my head back/and staunched

it took a while/but the toilet paper squares finished their job/spotted but unsoaked

and now a video loop plays over and over in my head/of that first fat blooddrop going from my nostril/in super-slow motion/and splashing into the bowl water

see it wobble/mildly elongate/touching down with a splash like a space capsule/with three parachutes

a little, nay, micro, ocean filled with corpuscles and plasma/platelets/and all kinds of information/about my recent drug and alcohol use/(zero, he says smugly)/and cholesterol level/glucose and blood gases/forecast for probability of survival five years hence/(guessing 40% plus-or-minus ten)

and then it splashes into the already-splashed-into water/and is flushed away

and the city’s sewage is further enhanced/with a geezer poet’s blood and urine

you want a piece of me, phoenix, Arizona, usa?

here ’tis/with my best regards