Teen Ink

      I

Gonna get my living on

Graffiti on the dawn

Although I’ve never drawn

Love

And beautiful women before

There is always a first

Coerced into everything

But the unrehearsed

Lines of true living

Like how the earth made love to the sky

And that’s where you and I

Come from

we arrived

warriors of the steel drum

Never to ask how come

we arrived

this way

I

Gonna get my living on

Graffiti on the dawn

Though the sun has undergone

The scissors

The amber blade

Laying sunshine in concave graves

Right next to those

I

Couldn’t

Save

Who numbered the days between cafes and the charcoal grays

Of passing away

Nicely

Where precisely

At dawn

I drew your picture although I’ve never drawn

As a symbol of your carrying on

Now

If only

I

Could get my living on.