Everything is Graffiti

Everything is Graffiti

A Poem by Archipelago
"

another poem, i guess being sick makes you prolific...

"

 

I crept down the street

   In the middle of the                           

                                          Beating heart of

The living night

 

I glanced around and

Satisfied myself that                                     

                          No one else was on 

The street so late but me

 

I stenciled out a

Little yellow songbird                                              

                 Surrounded by black

Clouds and hostile crows

 

I swirled the paints

Around like thick congealing                                

                                     Blood because it was my 

Life I sprayed upon that wall

 

I captioned it with something

        Deep, unique, and from the                                         

                                    Heart that beat the

Picture out of me

 

I said through the

Toxic glare of aerosol                                           

                                          “When the water runs

Dry in your throat,

 

When the fireflies            

Won’t come out,                                               

                                  When you’re sweating

Under blankets but

 

You’re freezing when

They’re off you,                                       

                       Endure, my friend,

I’ve tried it and it works”

 

A flashlight lit up

The clouds and birds and me                                   

                                 For a moment I was

Sure I was arrested

 

The cop stood still

For a second, and then                                        

                                 He said instead,

 “Son, nobody cares”

© 2009 Archipelago


Author's Note

Archipelago
give it to me straight, people. thanks in advance

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Ron
I really like this poem! Imagery is good, and the irony at the end is so dead on.

Posted 15 Years Ago


That is amazing,and I use to do graffiti and I have come to this point myself. I really get this one and its good,its very good.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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