Diaries of Desolation

 
 
 
i)  
midnight owl  
hoots  
blinking eye'd  
wisely smiling  
at the blue moon  
ref-lec-tion  
on the gloss  
enamel  
graf-fi-ti  
that masks  
grimy, wet  
black-algae-ridden-rock  
walls  
 
 
and the walls have feelings to  
 
 
 
ii)  
good graffiti takes  
ages  
to create  
conceive and  
develop  
[as long as the foundation  
of a rock wall  
covered in  
thick-wet-black-algae  
takes to lay]  
yet, it peels  
like  
er-rat-ic sun burnt  
skin  
in just a  blink  
of an old owls  
eye  
 
 
and owls have intuition to  
 
 
 
iii)  
rivers flow past rock  
reflecting  
blue moons  
and winding through  
tunnels  
meeting  
the sun through  
forest trees  
for short moments  
and instants  
of refreshing breath  
then  
 
they  
 
fall  
 
over  
graffiti  
covering  
thick-wet-black-algae  
 
 
and algae is a life form to.  
 
 
 
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