Underground Grafitti

Numb…jammed like rows of canned sardines, bodies avoiding faces labeled as print, ticket stubs, and coats on a 7 pm bullet train bound for home along dim lights on railways : shadows gaze blankly from tight decks cold frozen as still life masking their alienation through buried heaves under woolen scarves… And how passengers’ skin touching each other’s loneliness cringe in the tram ...their expressions hollering loud through silent wails , words hammered like scribbles from neon paint on cans, abstract forms zigzaging on broken halls... graffiti and urban doodles imitate this isolation more black than white ... surreal imprints speaking of holy and irreverent whims.. untold.