A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
| Graffiti Writers Outside the window, the graffiti slows, as the train pulls up to the platform. The loudspeaker grants a parasitic explanation of in and out destinations, and your work boasts fattened, multihued letters like fresh croissants and the crafty hands that baked them. Such quizzical shifts in our styles... but still in the same leisurely way, you throw yours on the streets like discarded postcards; I write my graffiti inside spiral notebooks with crazy-legged letters, dressed in suits, and we both lack that cutting edge voice of the big man on the mic who sings his tender words in tough-in-your-face format, vividly presenting our extinction. |