a homeless man under the viaduct yelled Wha’s that smell, wha’s that smell? as he walked below him on the birdshitspattered sidewalk 

homeless had situated himself on a concrete shelf highup near the steel palegreen painted undergirding

he heard a reply but didnt see who spoke Insecticide bugs up here.

That’s insecticide?

Huhhah.

It smells amazing.

Do have a pleasant smell.

Mind sharing?

You got bugs?

Not yet . . but we’re slumming in close proximity.

You insinuating something? a slight violence in his voice

No not at all, nothing personal . . crawly bugs.

They do yah they do.  he heard him moveshift then saw some part of him  he was cocooned in a crummy soiled sleeping bag  Ya give it back?

I will.

You got bugs?

No . . but smells so goodthought I’d use as an insecticide and an underarm deodorant.

Underarm deodorant?

Yeah.

Aw man that is fuckin brilliant.

he wagged his headkept walking 

                                   Wow he thought wont ever whine again about my circumstances

1627,  Twosday,  18  10. 22

1446,  Saturday,  22  10. 22