he was
drawn
to this bit
of graffiti he saw
written in white paint
on the side of a building.
it was
in an alley,
and it read:
“fuck the world –
and fuck you if you don’t love it.”
later that week,
looking to get the words just right,
he
went back,
and
when he
got there, it was gone –
not
just the words
and
the wall,
but
the whole
damn building.
torn down.
gone.
and, fuck you if you don’t love that.
