Ancient graffiti, a nameless hand
stenciled on the obscure cave’s wall.
An itinerant naked man with a
chameleon tattooed on his bald head.
A karaoke singer, in Olde Town,
in the raucous Chris Columbus Tavern.
A butcher wearing a white apron
over a dead man’s snappy gray suit.
A gang’s graffiti, a hand stenciled
on the defunct mall’s white wall.
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Well written. Great read. Thank you for sharing!
thank you, Katie B.
This to me is one of you best it carries indications of deeper meaning buried and its images are intriguing with a dark sense of mystery. The second to the last stanza of a butcher wearing a white apron over a dead man's snappy gray suit tells me a lot. Cosmetic cover ups as a shield for bloody hands and the gray suit seems very business like and proper. Very nice
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