Fat Cap                  
 In Gardens Among Stones  Along The River 
 Grows  The Mushroom. Between  Ferns  And 
 Horsemint Grows The  Mushroom. Along The 
 Creek,  With A  Reddish  Cap  And  White 
 Stem And Quirky  Gleam In Its Eyes Grows 
              The Mushroom.               
 I Am Dreaming.  A  Package  Has Arrived. 
 Through The  Park  I  Go  To Pick  It Up 
 From A  Bitter Lady. A Slot  In  A Wall, 
 Lady  Inside, Me  Outside With The  Rest 
               Of The World.              
 Delivered Is A  Ny fat cap, A Nozzle (Or 
       "Cap") For Spray Paint Cans.       
 Through  Young Forest, Thin  And Rubbery 
 Whips Shoot  Up From The Earth. Kirskale 
    Around My Feet. Concrete Trenches,    
 Abandoned Gray Walls.  I Shall  Try  The 
             New Nozzle Here.             
 The Paint  Inside  Comes  Out,  It Comes 
 Like  A Massage  Shower, It Comes Like A 
 Thick And  Slow Beam. Rich  With Red And 
               Gooey Paint.               
 Doesn'T  Hit Anything.  It  Keeps  Going 
 And  Never   Reaches  The  Walls.   It'S 
 Forever  Falling,  But Nothing  Will  Be 
            I Think To Myself:            
        "New york Fat cap" Is Weird