Tag: streetart

What are you up to today?
Was that thing screaming for him?
It’s going to be O.K.
He would be all right
Her face, she thought, was too small, her chin too narrow
You’ll come back to an altered country
Most likely he don’t even know what’s going on
The face held puzzlement without fear
I had a lot of fun
You all are crazy, you know
What do I care what other people think?
I wish I’d thought of that!
… and I say, nature does whatever it likes
There’s no importance whatsoever
I really hadn’t had time to work out the ramifications
No one ever talked about it
He’d planned this all along
You seem confident I’ll agree to all this
It should be lower case
Calm yourself. Stop trembling. Listen.
Don’t look at me like that
You can find the way out from here
The man had things he very much wanted to say
My feelings were complicated
I did preen in a modest way, almost without meaning to
Do I really scare you that much
But I’m a lot tougher than you are
His arms and legs shooting out like starbursts
He is no danger to anyone
To me, you always look so beautiful
There is no law for him to be an outlaw from
Friends are friendly to each other, friends help each other out
Every unknown word sent her to a dictionary
But that’s the thing that nobody understands
The topic was not new
Where’d the hell you come from?
Remember that when you get out in the world
Let me just slow this down a little bit here
All poems cause side effects
It was nothing I had ever seen before
Its walls had been painted often enough
Fortunately we live in a place where things like this are so scandalous people continue to talk about them
They tell us what they want us to know, and that’s little enough
I’ve never had a friend before
He had run out of words
How did it get so easy to be anonymous?
He wanted to live a normal life like everybody else
She hoped he’d come back to see her someday
You’ll understand when you meet him some time
So I draw because I feel like it might be my only real chance