Hey you, yeah you, no not you guy in yellow shirt, the person behind you, yeah you. Here's a poem/short story just for you
It was that time of night
A time where the winds stop sleep
Clover walked under the highway bridge
The rigid song of cars passing above in bursts like an old man's snore
Clover stared up at the new grey that had fought back the names that sprouted there like weeds
A constant dance by monotony and pure, brilliant chaos
She almost bumped into daisy
Tall and curved against the wall that rose to the road
With a duffle bag full of spray paint, or art in a can as they called it
They clambered over the chainlink fence
And clambered through weeds that no one cared to cut down
Where the constant war between grey and art was less vicious
Clover dropped into the tall weed
Dropping out of sight, as weeds do
Watching the fence like a mouse watching for a cat
Every now and then her gaze would turn to daisy
Who was setting about taking a seed of her soul and spreading across the great grey wall
Like ivy or fire it spread
Taking shape with no regard to how something should be drawn
Till each corner was filled with all the pain and beauty one soul can muster on a night so still
Thank you but what why why would you give this to me how am I important enough for poetry what if I like drop it and it breaks how do I even respond to this do I give a response of equal length or just say thank you but thank you is boring who just wants a thank you you need to give a comment that’s the rule but how do you comment on poetry without more poetry but as I said I’m not important enough for poetry so if I do poetry it’ll just be pretentious so my only option is a dump of my thoughts without punctuation to make it more accurate so here we are
