Saturday, August 9, 2014

Leaving My Mark

flower pots
in secluded places

trashcans unguarded

and desk drawers
of the grumpiest faces

among the freshly washed linens

secretly in elevators
when no one is in them

and when you are not looking
unlocked cars with soft cloth seats
that someone soon will set in

you wouldn't believe
all the places i have peed

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