99. Dreams and Ambitions

I run my bony fingers
Sensitively across the sharkskin serrated surface of
A Brick Wall:
Rough and red
The blood of sweat
Slipping down its cemented hodgepodge
Between the grooves –
Filling the cracks –
Sticky
Warm
The cold of artificial stone
Falsely coated in a
Living crimson that renders it
Human
To the untrained heart.