Graffiti Murals on The Subway
I take the subway
Carefully go down the gray shiny staircase
Listen for music
Off the walls man.
I feel my hair lift
Remember why I don't usually wear skirts
I picture a child here and there
Where there are none.
A can of coke on the side of the pathway
Knocked over by a bench
I feel bad someone's left it there
But I won't pick it up myself.
There needs to be art here
A midnight landscape of foaming seas
With spiritually Native things rolling out of it.
And more things for no reason
Painted across the builders blocks.
I am not stuck here
With an architect or a librarian
They come go quickly.
In small spaces there are pieces of writing
Jammed in cracks
'Maria please, I love you.'
'Call me Bo, Az 8473727491'
There is graffiti art on the subway
For I arrive at my destination in no time at all.
Real enough for time's sake
There is no disproving that.