And streets are near-empty
of cars
He comes out
marking back alleys
With his signature
eccentricity
With pitted cheeks
He struts
like he owns all street
corners
yellow-pissed by homeless
beggars
whores, pimps
drunkards
gypsies with tarot
And all the nobodies
stencil-blued
by moon
perfectly round
above split-level condominiums
Graffiti Alley, Toronto City @Grace
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - 55 Words - Trespasser
and Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~
