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 Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related