Graffiti Written on April 23, 2014 by tinkwelborn Categories: Poetry - The Stuff of LifeTags: Culture, DVerse Poetry, Graffiti, Lyric Poetry, Philosophy, poem, poems, Poet, poetry, Poets 0 0 comments so far. Why not leave your own? ~ In public bathrooms, The washing machines, We find here the fossils Where Others have been: The instants of imprints From some human scene; Shards of the nonce when Some human scene Were once things, but now brings Straits of extreme. The relics of Once Things – What does it mean? Nothing unbidden Must needs be unseen, On the walls of the stalls, Of cleaning machines. ~ ©2014, Marvin Welborn 23 April 2014. Rate this:Share this:TinkwelbornShare Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related