Sputting

Sputting

And if you are sick in your own mouth
a little
what does it matter –
if you spit it off bridges
aiming for the feeling females.

If you are stuck pissing behind some refuse bins
and you swivel your heel head to note a security camera -
do you move like a street shatter
or cringe that they might have seen your fin.

If in the pub you tell everyone they look
slim, but really are thinking
how much longer before you can
start fucking fire bombing
their ego explanations back into their
eyelids, start sputting spitting.