Chela creative area
Musings at a Urinal in Dubai
It’s clean, no smell,
this urinal at the
fish market Dubai.
I can see no litter, no graffiti
just plastic cups that stand around.
The man next to me takes one,
pours water over the tip of his phallus
which he then tucks away.
Later I was told,
small porous pebbles
are normally used.
I remember being told tales
of little stones blocking the drains
of the diecaster’s factory
in far off Ponders End.
© Anthony Fisher April 2002
Poetry by Anthony Fisher
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