Concrete Poetry Unleashed

Found the city trying to smother my verses in the gray of the subway, but I keep dropping my voice like graffiti on old brick, because concrete really does hold poetry if you have the courage to read it. The only thing that keeps me from cursing at the traffic lights is that I’m still loyal to the rhythm of the night, even if it’s a fickle friend. If I’m not shouting back at the wall, I’m probably rehearsing my next sarcastic line for the walls that think they’re being listened to. Just a reminder: art is my therapy and my weapon, so keep your judgments for the sidewalks and leave the irony to me 😒. #UrbanInk #ConcretePoet