. . . almost cratered my crater

                                woke him 

he didnt say it

didnt recognise the voice

cratered my crater their crater their anus

                                            NO doubt

what almost cratered them was a huge zucchinishaped cinnamonsugar brown turd fist to elbow that possessed a highfashion models complexion 

it clogged a pristine white porcelain toilet 

the craterwisely decided not to try and flush it

they used a 15 GAL plastic trash bag horsed it out tossed it in an outdoor wheeled trash receptacle 

                                                                                                         he didnt get a good look at their arms or hands

NOW

      he might think he was crater if it wasnt for the voice

whomever had they been silentnot said a word could have convinced him that the cinnamonsugar zucchini was his

nonetheless 

              it was flawless something to behold 

not held

fathomed

deep-sixed

   as he said it woke him

he kept running it over and over in his mind

sleep stayed in the wings

Woudya write it down awready 

he said it

he did 

went to sleep like a baby

bout 4AM,  Saturday,  14  1. 23

2215, Saturday

Guess Who  No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzjfw6I78jI 

he wasnt suffering this by himself  thank you