Short Graffitied Poems

pink azaleas
in a vacant lot:
graffitied walls...

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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 I’m styled,
silk hat graffitied with the word ‘Hazmat’.
Unbeknownst to them I am their wild child,
what a precious smile she’s a pussycat....

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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 have rags.
And bags of graffitied covered books

But I do have a smile
And that has been awhile 

And I do have breath
Death hasn't caught me yet

And I do have faith 
Am I cursed or blessed?

Yes I have less
Yes I feel lost

Isn't it funny
What this life has cost.....

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