Untitled – Steve Stockman

December 3rd, 2005
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kids sit on street corners
sipping bottles of cheapest wine,
the taste of their transcendence
is not the sacramental kind.
there is no time for religion
when you long for bread alone
and their only picture of jesus mercy
are faces in ancient stone.
lord i don’t want to be a symphony
or a choral in a marble hall,
don’t hang me in some gallery
spray me graffiti on the subway wall.

One Comment:

  1. Maybe a little off topic but just in case anyone knows…I’m attempting to finish a essay on graffiti. How accurate is this source on Hip Hop Graffiti?

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