Sunday, November 28, 2010

Hope in low-doses

In front of the spraypaint counter
someone from my old life
called by my vandalicious
As I buy fuchsia in low-pressure cans
barter about the difference between German and Spanish
because I have no idea 
Remembering my clock that hangs with pride
the keepers of my pieces held in high esteem
musing  about  faces plastered all over paper
the arts college falls under bureaucracy’s dissection 
the cats that fought so hard
can never be euthanized  

“you have no idea the impact you had.” He said.
“I did my best.”  

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