By Ryan Coghill
There is a hole
in the bank of the bluff, that lies dead,
down,
underneath the boardwalk
spitting out the piss
I pushed on the curb last night.
It’s not often I suspect
while I’m lying in the sand,
by the drain,
that my urine drifts by me
from another, larger
hole.
I wonder how Kelly Slater would feel
if I told him
I just pissed on your toes
up to your face.
Only I managed to do it eight hours prior to this present encounter.
Ha. With a title like this, I had to click. Quite an interesting piece! I will need to be more careful when visiting boardwalks!