May 2009

Secret defiance! I found a spark of life… Seditionist verse, hidden between concrete cracks, And decorated by shards of broken glass. In solitude, a flower considered a way to grow. As a colorful impostor, occupying the corner of Gray Grove. “Progress makes strangers of us all.” I told it, As the stop-light declared it time to go. Smuggled truth! I found a fragment of wisdom… Poor righteousness, hung beneath fluorescent flickers, sighting a selection of vandalism. In solitude, a poet considered a revelation and left it’s blueprints in obvious indignation As a crumbling movement brushed across the grains of a...