images of subways
strewn with graffiti
an old iron grate door
perched along a sidewalk
with a painted upraised
strip
inser homeless person here
negatives pasted onto
boxspring boards
made to appear as
fine
arts
degrees
of failure
angling upward
lustful of a grand urban
real and gritty portrait
of the artists
own desire
for dubious
credibility
to trade off against
their mallteen
ages.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this i love. this is so beautiful. great visions. many thanks SaL