I was born with the legs of a jaywalker
and the mind of a graffiti artist--
Roads paved themselves
in anticipation of my careless toes
walls erected on the inauguration
and so this goes for me;
spray painting my skull,
getting hit by cars
and landing neck up
on the zebra crossing.
My legs reach for spirals
as a new tire meets my rib cage.
it looks pretty as I go.
I become less person,
much more carcass.