I break off pieces of myself,
Grind them to chalk,
Scratch my thoughts
Upon the sidewalks
Stretching throughout
My confused mind,
Leaving bold swaths
In public places,
Graffiti on
Brick walls beside
The alleyways
You might say,
For passersby to
Ruminate over,
Or ignore, as
Their own tastes
May drive them.
Donovan Baldwin