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