Your living canvas--
the meat of their
labor
Strewn like flesh-flung
bloodjuice
At a very exclusive event
An evening of carnality In
a booming part of a city
Your entry way
Securely lobby'd
Two canvases hardly living;
one a blur on a spin
on an approach,
the other co-opted
carefully compressed not crafted
anti-grafitti
Uber-graphic
Writing topping out
the hegemony
Your gateway to the Mission-
Your mission you have
not decided to accept
But shall take on
Or take down in
true missionary position
You even have a sign
Falsely advertising color-
ful cultures far away but
not awaiting
-O no-
Not like these muralized,
Hapless looking muthafuckers
Your signpost spells out
only what used to be
Used to tout
The othering out-hosted
house post outhouse
Class-outpost-go-slummin
go slummin
go slummin
go slummin
Bulldoze it but pick
through it
Polish up yer gleanings
Put fake art notice on
Wall greening
Only in name
and not cc'd on these lanes
Your living fortified
Faux teepee canvas
True wood Troy horse myth
Every locked box labeled
Shining enamel
Drive in 'n out
Not ever having to set foot
nor penny
down in this part of town
but for the occasional tube from
chain store first floor
-or-
nouveau gourmet a-gogo
and cocktails
Who said, Yes! It's possible?
Who stood on this here
corner and who drove
In to buy stuff to work
by hand
Manual labor
Manuel the laborer
Man, well the workers
who can afford
buy here now
Wow--how?!
Fingers tapping
Thumb-keyboard-now
Buy here now
I mean
Here is what to buy
Here
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