Saturday, January 16, 2010

i finish my poems on every dirt stained
cracked wall spreading out in the
city in all directions
with thick white tongued brushes
or slender splintering chalk
fingernails dug deep into crumbling complexions
lit up by street lamps or passing drunk drivers
hummed by the drone of traffic
and sung by every passing pedestrian
a choir in round pounding
loud sound in the town
a choir in round pounding
loud sound in the town

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