Like at tomcat
he pisses with spray paint
to mark his territory.
A concrete call of the wild
rages from cigarette burnt lungs.
“We are the world”……
Shit….come sit under
a smog incrusted moon
and tell me about the future.
I’ll throw an F – bomb
into your good intentions….
I was born craving
a crack pipe pacifier
in my manger under a bridge.
If hell has walls, I’ll find
an empty spot for my initials.
“We are the children….
We are the ones who make a brighter day”
Damn, my stomach is growling.
Yesterday the soup kitchen served
The government has cut food for the poor.
A black van drives by tossing out spray cans….
He and other street kids gather…..
Tires screech as it pulls away…..
The driver sets the coordinates on his GPS….
He calls it in…Yes sir, the enemy is at 125th and Main.
You can send in the drone….code name… Angel of Death.
Susie Clevenger 2013
My graffiti poem isn't sweet...I live in Houston and have worked with kids over the years. There's a lot of anger out there. Unfortunately kids are being thrown away every day. This whole business with drones has me uneasy. I threw in what I hope is only science fiction into the mix. God help us if we don't work quickly to make a better world for our children.
Anna Montgomery prompted us to write graffiti poetry over at dVerse Poets Pub