“Goblet of Fire, or Mason Jar?”
There was this guy, and he set out a goblet and a mason jar at the end of his driveway during every rainstorm.
I thought it odd, at first.
But then, nothing would happen.
The goblet and Mason Jar sat there, until the residual rain
Every single time.
Then I remembered a time I traveled to Montreal, and saw first rate mischief occur in a dark club.
There were not goblets or Mason Jars, but I did see a chubby twenty-something dude rolling an amber liquid around a Brandy Snifter.
Then I saw a she, speaking tersely to the young dude.
She had a coiled curl cemented to her forehead.
Whatever she said to the dude, he took it in stride as she turned her back to him.
Then his countenance changed malignant, and he turned the Brandy Snifter full of amber liquid upside down over her head.
The liquid ran all over her hair and seemed to find her anger.
She screamed as she realized it was urine.
The last thing I saw on the bar was that Brandy Snifter, with a smidge of Amber Liquid left as a phantom.
I wonder if the pee was warm, and if it would have made a difference if it was in a goblet or a Mason Jar?
A very special thanks to Lisa S.K. Your suggestion filled my vessel and brought me backward in time. My cup runneth over.
40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the work.