I said this to the ivy growing on a brick wall I said,
"this hood; this sweat
shirt
made a friend in me."
and I stood urinating on the wall
closed eyes,
face rubbing against the taught hood on my cheek.

Then I walked away,
carefully avoiding the slipstream;
planning my time carefully
around sweet so sweet
relief
and the joys of the animal nature.

--rev. m  ¶ 7/23/2003 08:32:00 PM