In a dismal high school bathroom stall,
Words of wit scrawled on the wall
In permanent marker and ball-point pens,
Predictions of our bitter ends:
(Follow your heart,
And it will lead you to ruin.)
Don't erase if you've got a heart -
This ain't graffiti, this is art.
Anonymous authors illustrate their minds
For curious readers to casually find.
(How can this be beauty?)
Faded and worn by janitor's soap,
Visions of loss and visions of hope.
Unspoken thoughts like a bursting heart's blood,
Lift up your pen, and say what you would. |