Pee Machines

If it was up to them
And they could have it their way

We would stop at every tree
Every beaten bush
Every leaning parking meter
And crooked light post
Telephone pole
And sign.

We’d be sure to hit
Every garbage can
Every dumpster
Every steadfast gate
Every building's exposed architecture.

Progress would be slow.

A day to go several blocks.

The only concern in the world

To avoid the speeding metal of the cars
And the wreckless occupants
Within.

Slow motion
Floating like oil
On the fast.