pissing on public property

a urinal is a spectacular structure-

for 5 rupees, you rent cold white stone,

in winters, where your warm piss crashes,

to send steam rising, light vapours of urea,

the finest of anti-splash technology,

a moment of meticulous modernity-

(Marcel Duchamp had the right idea)

the other day i saw a man walking a dog,

who picked the sweet tyre of a parked car,

and emptied his bladder out over it,

just as the owner of the car rushed in,

to reprimand the walker who didn't care,

and the dog in the corner confused,

for he had already claimed territory,

wait, is that different- property?

idk, i like urinals more,

i like the flashes of a stranger’s penis,

the accidental eye contact,

the awkward sideways smile,

the nod & the sound of piss draining,

his & my piss vortexed underground,

and sent to an ocean far away,

where only god has property,

& every other landlord is lying,

oh, sweet urinal, what is this?

have you made a human out of me?