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Modern Warfare

the pen would write

in modern light

a scribble of sentimental frippery

and the painters can

in the anarchists hand

makes prose into bold graffiti.

 

a pencil scribe

or desk-carved diatribe

a bitter note writ angrily

a lovers note, secret passed

prayers and hope encompassed,

words the weapon of beast and beauty.

a tiled wall

in a crowded hall

where quotes can swingvote cities

a stickered note stuck under seat

words of anothers in coda repeat

revolutions begun in paper graffiti

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anna-jordan
American
Published
Mar 19, 2011
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