by Gary Every
The sidewalks are full of free doom
for anyone who allows themselves to be tyrannized.
If I choose to walk in rhythm,
my heart beating like a metronome
and my eyes filled with the songs of birds,
how will they prove it is unlawful poetry?
If I take the tools of a child,
crayons, joy and imagination,
and use them to scribble on walls
will it really matter what I say,
or only that I violate the silence?
The fun police can wash this wall,
wipe away my words
but the important thing
is I stole these crayons,
stuffed them in my pockets.
I drop one crayon at a bus stop
and lose another at a coffee shop
until one by one words drop
from the brightly colored fingers of strangers
and into the hearts of others.
I walk down the street in rhythm,
my heart beating time like a metronome,
my eyes filling with the songs of birds.
But big brother will never suspect me of any crime
even though I carry a dream in my heart
and pockets full of graffiti rockets,
ideas exploding everywhere.
Gary Every is an award-winning journalist, slam poet, teacher, musician, and professional storyteller. He was the host of the Poetry and Prose Project literary reading series in Sedona, Arizona. Sedona where wages are low, rent is high, but the hiking is incredible. While you’re reading this, Mr. Every is probably hiking.