5 times a day

5 times a day

i have to shit 5 times a day.
cant go with people around.
run down the block to the
graveyard,
public washroom
algid,
multi,
blue markers
mint flesh tone
pink tiled world
touch
every
surface
protected by a layer
of recycled city paper
between us
a condom
in a universe
 of
fetulant
feculance.
and
noxious
novulance.
metal shit door
engraved with modern day
lingo
hieroglyphics
messages
half scribbled with the wrong hand
other arm preoccupied with jerking,
shitting
and possibly wipping.

metal shit door
orange pepper flaked hinges
in need of butter greasing on its spine.
a pudding dried skin husk of dirge
coats the walls and porcelain stalls
cant leave john while stranger is pissing
it might think it's me.
layers of padding city recycled
to stop the splash back
stand to crouch
my arm hurts today
it will go away
same as every other day
grey.