There was graffiti at the middle of the stone train tunnel

graffiti in the middle of nowhere

     

      Proof:  Someone was there before you

     

      Proof:  Best youre anonymous after debasing or defacing something

fortunately Time patiently erases graffiti tattoos and evidence of humanbeings

aboard a grrl used a pink rattailed comb and pulled it roughly through her orange hair

she had a really big head

he thought if she had to fight 

                                                if she had to throw off a buck who drunkenly sought the 

moist insides of her thighs or handfuls and mouthfuls of her heavy breasts

                                                                                     shed pull that pink rattailed comb 

out and use it on him

                         use it as roughly as she yanked it through her thick greasy hair

the Surfliner whiled through Goleta and north

                                              through occasional dark-green greasy-leafed avocado orchards 

and rough brown grazing pastures beef cattle scrounged off

past rusting tinsheet sheds and collapsed wood-framed structures haloed in emaciated chickenwire clotted with gray rotting stucco

                                         there were lines of sunsunken brittle wood fenceposts    slack and taut barbed wire between them

                                            and petite wildbirds like musical notes at odd stanzas deriding those who would apologize for disturbing them 

                                                                  chasing them from their tarnished roosts

Twosday,  28  7. 09