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nozzles

there are these nozzles on a spray can
and when I sit down and spray my paint into a stencil
people stare.

"well where the fuck do you think it comes from?!"
in a grunge centre like this
where there's bins piled up in a heap of twenty
and some guys sprayed in yellow
'I was bored'
you'd think.


the homeless guy with a lot of hair
a lot of tats and smells
plays guitar near me
serenades my aerosol,

blended all in to the heavy rapping
that I haven't listened to for half a year.


graffiti emigrates
from new york
which is rather foreign
(and she emigrates from America
which all I can actually think of)

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Blue_Halcyon

Blue_Halcyon

17 years 3 months ago

Kewl

I like the imagery your words created in this poem and the last few lines are like a riddle that leaves you wanting to know more. Good work Pan! :-D