glossary of graffiti

April 11, 2018

I was born with the legs of a jaywalker

and the mind of a graffiti artist--

bludgeoned, inoperable,

heart seeking.


Roads paved themselves

in anticipation of my careless toes

walls erected on the inauguration

of regenesis


and so this goes for me;

swallowing streetlights,

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.


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