The aerosol boys have been at it again
making signature loops and swirls,
soccer boasts, names of girls
on stone, glass, concrete, pebble-dash house-front ...
You said I should take them, citing me,
as welcomes: we’d gone past a substation door
decked out in swathes of graffiti.
So I daub the town with words once more.
But, today, council workers are out on their round
depersonalizing public space
with industrial spray-gun, solvent and paint —
like an artist preparing a ground.
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