Willie Mays days are here again.
\nI traded my uncle the right to life
\nfor his extensive stencil collection.
\nNow my art career can begin in earnest.
\nFirst sign, "No Borgnines,"
\nwrit large above the barge
\nbelow the pail cathedral.
\nLet the thought police follow me.
\nI haunt dead ends.
\nI fill in lines on all merge signs
\nand imprint James Dean’s great face
\ninside the O’s in STOP. Go wild, child.
\nDon’t let me see you crying
\nin the breakdown lane.
\nThe cruelty of roadways is the century’s curse.
\nNothing worse than no place left to go.
\nOn the one-way streets, I’m drying sheets.
\nThe portrait of Che has a lot to say.
\nI lost my head in thinking blue and red.
\nI hope I can get mail while I’m in jail.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"