Bandit Art
Graffiti flourished underground
works by young artists
who found their voices
by sharing visions
in tunnels and on trains
commuters took to work.
They painted flowers
purple monsters
and people dancing
on the street
a celebration
of life the artists knew.
As subways squealed
around curves, first-time
riders never knew what they’d find
under the city
the stories told
before commuters found the light of day.
Skyscrapers above poked into clouds
as the city lived and breathed
but images of graffiti lingered
lingered in recesses of minds
the art left in tunnels
where trains rumbled underground.
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