(Noi cei uitați)

A nurse tells me to extend my arm,

Clench my fist and look away,

But I’m too curious,

Too curious.

From my vein, she draws out neon highlights,

And I’m tripping as if I was on acid

I’m tripping as if I was on acid

I feel a drop meander down to my elbow.

We are the forgotten ones,

We are the forgotten ones,

She says, flashing her spray-stained teeth.

Paint is my huff, I tell her,

Graffiti is the street,

Built in my bones and guts, I carry all paths and walls,

My cells stutter the secretive tags painted in the dead of night,

Inspired by the memory of verse from the universe.

The same frequencies on my canvases,

The same oblivious art,

If you feel fear towards it,

No ghost will come visiting.

And the results? I asked her, digging through the underground

I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter anymore

The patient is declared unfit for a decent life