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Dear Jawso,
by Ame AiJawso,
Have you Seen
TheMost
from 10th & Osage to Macau?
Or are you still hanging out with
Jake, Moe, Nehi, and Kuthe,
taking government-issued Soma
instead of shooting it up like
Despo?
--N. Dent
Jawso,
Meet me at Ben's Chili Bowl
to catch some celebrity Shaolin Pencil
(maybe even the former Prez)
so I can write you from &Pizza
where even Ratspit gives it a good aroma,
where even sneakers will Dazzle
your senses of Strug...
Strug...
Struggle.
Can you Seen
TheMost
in my bedroom
like a Voyer?
Or are you a seeker
from Nepal
or Deep Ellem?
--Nika
Jawso,
Have you ever wondered
how much is your Petworth
in Georgia Avenue?
--on behalf of Slug
Jawso,
Have you heard that some say
that the world has already ended
and that Nero is the Antichrist?
--66!
Jawso,
Banksy is so last (two) decade(s).
I prefer the Billboards
of the Choe-sen.
Jawso,
Whatever 4ever 01/19/2017 Author's Note: This is my only poem about graffiti.
Posted on 01/19/2017
Copyright © 2024 Ame Ai
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 01/19/17 at 04:15 PM a coded message in the rivulet of paint mis-spe nt and crawling down the side of the can; I like the spelling of certain things here, "choe-sen" for instance - I like to say it in fragments, with the emphasis on 'sen' - and I love the over-all letter-form style. Love/lust/lost notes to someone maybe neither of us will ever know... who are they, and where are they, and what are they currently scrawling across a train-car, bus-stop poster, or skeletal walls of an abandoned warehouse? |
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