Legojacker

The Poetry of the Streets

There is 

a thrill to walking 

the empty city

at dawn,

plastic hidden,

feeling the cold

biting your neck

racing the morning light

as it creeps over the tops 

of the buildings.

There is a quiet 

that follows

as you slip into

dirty laneways 

dripping with 

brightly coloured 

street art,

and walls 

plastered 

in the scrawl

of invisible souls. 

Choose a spot.

Choose a figure.

Shoot.

Repeat.

At first

you may not see

the poetry 

of the streets 

alive with toys, 

but then it comes, 

tiny drifting souls

echoing desperate 

cries and laughter

among the everyday debris. 

Solitary 

back alley visits

shooting

unfeeling plastic

by the gram

to feel 

a shared humanity

in a world 

turning faceless

by the second.

~ Legojacker