January 8th, 2014



There's a rail line that runs past our office, and I was looking out today as a train went past...


Flashes of art on the southbound cars-
Faded citrus logo blurred still further
By bright, arrogant splashes; color, shape
Resolved with effort into letters, words.
Cryptic signatures, names, codes
Compressed, coiled by mind and hand,
Imposing inspired strictures, language
Into symbol, into element; poetry
To painting. Some steel shows attempts
At cleansing, scouring that seem defacement,
While new paint invites, like blank canvas.

I'm not always a fan of graffiti, but train cars (amongst other surfaces) often can be bettered by it.

On the other hand, there are always idiots.
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