Street Art
poem by Amanda Le

Running

through Shark City

masked by the darkness,

the darkness

encloses the artist

of the rough streets.

Retrieving his utensils

from behind

the famous dumpster, he

pushes his way

against the flock

of fences.

Until he reaches his

            destination—

the manipulating billboard

advising

unconscious consumers

of their needs.

Spraying

tangerine bubble letters,

stamping it midnight black  

the smell of aerosol paint

elevates its master

            higher  

                        and

                                 higher.

Almost done

with another accomplished

night, the artist hears

            faintly

Woop Woop!

That's the sound

of the police.