Concrete walls lick me once-over
Grey and impersonal,
It’s just a perfunctory gesture
And it’s here that I hang,
Upside down
with nowhere to go
But back up from where I came
Cacti, they spring out from the walls,
A prickly invasion
Designed to throw me off
And yet I grit my teeth
And my fingers dig to find grooves and spaces so I can keep this momentum of movement
Because even as my skin is pricked and punctured,
blood pitter-patters down all over my consciousness,
I still must keep moving
Lest I stay here
Where all the blood would rush to my head,
The pressure of which would cause it and whole head to burst open
And rain down on unsuspecting pedestrians below us
No, that would be most uncouth
So let us continue, discomfort and all.
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