it stood there, still and strong
staring at me all along
passed off as obnoxious graffiti
tangled words separated the wall and me
the spray-painted mayhem was now giving it away
as a little more attention i payed to it today
marijuana, peace, sex and freedom
anonymous authors and thoughts at random
drawings of wings, drawings of guns
old classic movies and swear words that flung
blissful thoughts of drugs and stories of killed brothers
stories lost in the crowd of the stories of so many others
there was no room for new stories but they wrote over each other
sort of like how their lives worked…i touched the wall and wondered
a cluster of color and words. How obnoxiously beautiful!
If you had eyes to read, there was a story cramped on a wall
