Onward Artist

Put it all out there

Graffiti the walls of all the world with all the goodness you can possibly stuff into your every carbon footprint

Yes, your every breath

Send it marching onward, channeled outward

With unabashed hope

With unrealistic expectation, yet with none at all

Believe some force shall, some being must

Carry it all straightaway

To the doorstep, that heart of the other

Knock it will, but know

There may be no answer

But the walls, the world, the carbon, that doorstep

That heart

Needed your work nonetheless

So you remain the same

Abstraction

I could’ve died, the graffiti from your mouth

Concrete memorials given under cover of night

The kind devoid of color

Sharp, dark, angry, and angular

Where, the morning after, the smart people come in, clean up, and move on as though it never happened

It should’ve never happened