"Pee, Should Only Be Green If Your Mr Spock"

"Pee Should Only Be Green If Your Mr Spock" By Marcus Cooke

A spray of rich smelling body fluid    
hits the grey decomposing brick wall    
gently finding itself cascading    
to the ground    
through cracks    
and grooves    
where only few hours earlier    
a profit lay.    
Something ungodly like death, something final    
the urinal was only a few feet away    
there was really no excuse.    
Beams of light emanating from    
modern street lights    
bounce and reflect to create    
fantastic patterns    
captured in prisms    
of yuletide mirth.    
As the unplanned    
toxic attack    
assimilates    
the wall    
it takes on life    
snaking its way down
the intermixing catacombs    
of the nearest drain.    
   
"that smells infected" i said    
denying myself any further inspection.    
   
The withdraw of a silent sigh    
the oncoming storm of a U.T.I    
final orders at the bar    
the bell has been rung    
the smell is unbearable    
i hope it fucking stung.    
   
I feel that i should remind are dear    
intoxicated friend    
that what just transpired    
in some cultures is considered    
alien, inhuman and just plain wrong.    
Matching the color of his florescent trainers    
and mismatched sock    
i remind him that    
"pee should only be green    
if your Mr Spock"