Aug 11


Bright lines
On slate grey
Plaster crunches under
No ones feet.
Walls proclaim
In red, blue, yellow
Words that mean a lot
To a person out there
Or maybe just
A name.
Awfully cheery
Thinks bedframe
In the next room.
Some words,
Most, really,
Are illegible.
Some one
Just thought it would be cool
To know their mark
Yells from the wall
The fallen shelf
Just wants