To those who scrawled the crude blue spray-painted letters on the neighbors' garage door
People say this is gang-work
coded territory marking
like the piss of a great blue cat
who stalks the night with latexed fingerprints
pawing at our thresholds
Look, I've seen the street art
I've seen the mural on the high buildings
like a flowing flag planted by Sir Hilary
worked by those who will climb in the dark
but this is sick, stick lines
like a cave drawing
lines like those of a child
how old are you?
I wonder as I watch the neighbors paint
the white that doesn't quite match
the last coat why it is that I scrawl these letters now
as garish, quick, and simple,
though touching no one's door nor causing comment
your code says to me
"this is our territory, we make it so
from not our own," you and I together
will recognize it with our foolish deeds
with these good houses no more to us than signposts
for our mighty solipsy.
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