I’m getting tired of not wearing underwear
and then again I like it
                                           strolling along 
feeling the wind blow softly on my genitals
though I also like them encased in something
firm, almost tight, like a projectile
a street corner I stop and a lamppost is
bending over the traffic pensively like a
praying mantis, not lighting anything,
just looking
                      who dropped that empty carton 
of cracker jacks I wonder I find the favor
that’s a good sign