We Didn't Mean to Spray the Car

Orion rested where my eyes stopped,

By the street-

Waiting for the words,

“This is mine.”

Saying the words,

“This is mine.”

This is mine

This is mine-

Looking for the words,

This is mine.

Printed on the side of the street,

This is mine,

and in stenciled charming purgatory-

In stink-

We smell the evidence of obvious wasted time-

We-

Who drink to the mantra:

This is mine.

This is mine.

This is mine.

This is mine.