Cleave to th'escalator
Up down
Taller than
And looking down on
The highest veiniest leaves
It's not every day you see that
Pussycat
Bald pate
Vertical brushes housed in pots
Would mimic bottles of cheap foil and wine
If they were here now
Plan-viewed
Through fostered struts
Same buggered faces
Skewed and squinting
In the white light
Same forlorn backsides
No hunches here...the nutrition is good
It's green
It's a dream