For a Graffiti Artist

What is it that you think you have lost?
What is it that you think you can find?
We’d all love a wrecking ball.
We’d all love to be blind.
When I said that I’d be faithful
I just meant I wouldn’t ask you
for your masked secrets
covered in their vanishing, hunched smiles.

I’m sure your abundance was accidental.
I believe you know just what it means
to be nothing.
Like those times you don’t let your lies
follow you home
or even wipe their tears on your
dripping, oversized sleeve.
The one I grab a hold of
when I’m dizzy.

In truth I’ve been breathing
all the air you have left this evening.
The fuel you were saving
for a fine suffocated future.
All the energy you needed
for the final boring parade.

I’ll always comment on your eyes.
How real you make them seem
with only spray paint
and the tiny seams in our crumbling
devastated building.
The one I lean against when I’m dizzy.
The one that likes to pretend it isn’t old
in the present persistent moonlight.
The same one that stands still and strong
and then glows  all night
with the coming carnivorous morning.
 

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[Chuck]

"In truth I’ve been breathing
all the air you have left this evening.
The fuel you were saving
for a fine suffocated future.
All the energy you needed
for the final boring parade."

I absolutely love this! Great job :}