graffiti, every written ode to her was just spray paint in a public urinal, ignored after awhile, grown to become just another eyesore in the day to day i became just a panhandler at the street corner begging for the small change glances she have to every other grubby loser with a cleverly written sign […]

i am a lighthouse sitting alone on the rocky shore but my bulb burned out so i’m just a phallic shaped eyesore