A small white flower came out of a wall with spray paintings on it.
The colour and the living petals fought for a while…over the greatness of their own art.
But the burnish and the fragrance was all over each other like two virgin teenagers.
I was standing right in front of the wall.
After a long day of dusty sunshine and the most part of the city with drunken eyes…
After a long day of minibuses and sold figures and busy sex…
And in the evening after that staring to the wall I wrote a poem about my so many dead friends,
I fucked a woman few years older than me,
I Slept with my butt on her bare back.
This touching of bare bodies and the silence of two sleeping minds…well this is what art looks like…
The wall and the flower those two fuckers will never know that.

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Photograph: Google.