Five Dollars A Gram

August 2, 2011

I leave poems on buses
for strangers to find
write them with chalk
in pay parking lots
spray them in paint
on the sides of the buildings
scream them out loudly
to security guards

draw them with crayons
on your bedroom walls
write them in lipstick
for the infinite blondes
burn them in matchsticks
and then start the fires
scratch them with needles
right into my arms

write them in blood
to show that i’m honest
whisper them softly
a shaman’s prayer
write them with tears
an invisible message
trace them with fingers
now lost in the air

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