Deface Everything

Flying through back alleys,
Constructing characters from 
Shadows falling on rotten city streets.
Wheat pastes that stare back,
Make me circle the block just for a second look,
at your beauty and poise.
Never grime.

MTA erasers,
The veil that is grey paint
on Williamsburg pylons.
Covering signatures,
Covering expressions.

I wish you could see what I see.
The cultural necessity that is deviance.
The joy that is scrubbing hands of spray paint.
The freedom that is art on walls,
and doors, 
and poles, 
and streets.

Makes me want to circle the block just for a second look,
at your anger, 
your politic, 
your resistance,
Never grime.