Graffitied Poems - Poems about Graffitied

...Cornfield aluminum recycled communion wafers. We drank Gatorade wine from a stolen lunchbox, sat Indian style in the irrigation ditch, reciting Tool lyrics as scripture. My IPhone had a cracked......

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...Come walk with me in this wind littered park, please don't kick the skimpy rose bushes, God is everywhere watching, lipreading your foul words. We can be romantically attached to our thoughts......

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... Door open, hurtling loud and at full speed towards my destination, beneath me a blur of mounded ballast and withered grass, the world coming into focus more the further out I look - graffi......

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...I remember the day my code first compiled the rush of creation, of bringing order to chaos each line a neuron firing, each function a heartbeat my digital child born into a world of i......

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..."Get high on yourself baby You The revolution" It wasn’t Reagan chirping away That brought down the Berlin Wall It was Nina Hagen brawling like a sprung spider From a death crack in the wall ......

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... There is a sense of trespass on this frost enameled morning as I leave my footprints graffitied across the white grass, sending the noise of every step to crunch my presence into a wide, f......

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...Unbeknownst to them I am their wild child, what a precious smile she’s a pussycat; Lecherous phrases on iron they were filed, unbeknownst to them I am their wild child; Calculated and curt is how......

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...There's a feeling of sadness Mixed with a wistful awe As we pick our careful way Across a rubble strewn floor. An eerie sort of half light, As though hiding from the day, Hiding our history unt......

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...She sits on the train looking out at the rain Another crap day full of pain The appointment is booked and she’s running late She wants to throw up and make it all go away She knows the ro......

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...Feeling lost Will I find my purpose? I have no direction to go About the only thing I know I see your glow. But that hardly puts paper in my pocket Do you see mine? Do I have one? I only ......

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...What delights await those who punctuate with alacrity and precision. And reserve for those who don't, or won't, their enmity and derision. For there's nothing worse than a rhyme, or verse, tha......

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... "POMPEII" Her name was Pompeii and I her mother, loving her beyond measure, took great angst, my heart bursting from the betrayal - she, ta......

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...I - this vacant building, dilapidated by years and cold inadvertence. Obscurities dance in my eaves, ravenous belfry bats, scouring dusk - Notions, plans, dreams, impulses - the d......

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...Charlie’s got an old bar outside of town. It’s pretty seedy and plenty run down. Characters who don’t lightly suffer fools go there to drink whisky and to shoot pool. Some huffy stuffy l......

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...His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire of his fingers. Each note is a projectile that concusse......

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