Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Poem: Graffiti

Over there

on the tracks

spraypaints that came off the racks.

We sneak

we peek

check

see

if there's heat.

Get paintin.

Get up.

Get finished.

Oh shit!

Move your feet.

Vandal squad is up and sprintin,

No time to nod it's time to start squintin,

as your eyes get watery

from the cold that seems so fiery.

Jump!

The gate,

run from the fate

of getting caught

And taught

a lesson

of writing

the exciting

defying

graffiti.


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