Through My Blinds, As I'm Peeing, the Moon Appears to Be A Streetlamp

The whole way to the
approximate "night hour" is difficult.
I see small balls of light
ricocheting in a box and
signaling
some cipher. I need
a u-boat code-breaker.
I need a generalized theory
to brace this shoddy shit.
I am thinking of a number from
1 to 100, though it is
Egyptian, or something, that
doesn't, like,
make sense to you.
What am I trying to say?
I was getting to that?
You've got to be kidding
if you believe
I'm fingering a question mark.
I know what the girls from
my middle school felt like.
I mean I had some knowledge.
Like, I liked stuff then
but I don't ride slides that
end on a dot.
I don't dot the i's but my
computer does.