We storm the streets
drinking, coughing,
seeing what we can see,
arguing about whatever the fuck
taking turns in corners
watching, covering,
marking territory
making sure no one notices
as our streams cover
increasing an area
of our town.

We are piss brothers
fighting our fights
for the city’s pleasure
dropping half-eaten pizzas
on our wayward trek
and finishing them soon after.
We spend our nights in public
out loud
watching the world
as the world watches us
under the bright lights
of an urban midnight.

It’s a weird world
when we notice it
but more often
we’re oblivious
until the bleary morn
when we spy the rivulets
we caused in the evening
and wonder what the web will mean
now that it is dawn.