Sunday, November 3, 2013

Mind Graffiti


The colors that have splattered are 
the markings of my mind.

They are full of bright sharp edges
with soft circles at each line.

Single letters tell a story
each with bold and curvy strokes.

Sometimes loudly, sometimes softly
but each layered in the mold.

How I wish a pretty picture
could these images portray.

But instead, they are the markings
of a burst of cans array.

Have you ever painted over
walls that never seem to end?

It's impossible to phantom how
graffiti stays on sand.

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