Poem: Graffiti Murals on The Subway

Graffiti Murals on The Subway

I take the subway

Carefully go down the gray shiny staircase

Listen for music

Echo

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

The artists 

Are fantastic

For I arrive at my destination in no time at all.

Real enough for time's sake

There is no disproving that.