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