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June 22, 2014

Graffiti Me

 

Photo: Creative Commons

Photo: Creative Commons

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in heightened instants

like the realization that the earth is moving

I see words

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not in my head

but in the air

on the ground

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whereas words emit images for most

images emit words for me

a sort of moving graffiti

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busy floats around an impatient driver

linear abuts a business building

lonely whirs past a BMW on the freeway

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summer attaches itself to leaves of a eucalyptus

caution drops from birds perched on light posts

momentary sits atop my breakfast

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though I saw words for as long as I can remember

I thought others could read the air like me

but no one else could see what I could

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there were words I didn’t know at the time

like commitment – there it hovered on a park bench

I thought others saw it too, but they couldn’t

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reading in school was laborious at best

twice the words jumped from pages

and no one who asked understood my meaning

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now most are logical associations

but there are other relationships that some would find strange

opaquely paired words and things

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mandamus with books of good fiction

butterscotch with playgrounds

pareidolia with churches

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I only see them at the right time

like fireflies, they flash but then are gone

only alive in synesthesia

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yet when I recall those objects and places and times

the words are absent from my memory

leaving only an afterglow

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though I escape the graffiti in my mind’s tunnels and shadows

I look in a mirror and words are everywhere

and I am always graffiti

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