This poem is for Poefusion’s Monday Mural, written as a Spenserian sonnet. Enjoy.

-Nicole
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I try to decode the mysterious
message written in the half-random lines
scrawled on the subway wall like delirious
poetry in an unknown tongue: no signs

of meaning are immediately mine
to understand, no obvious language
to interpret from this summit of lines,
squares, and jots. Did screams of pain not assuaged

by comfort become hopelessly lodged
in the drawer’s throat? Was this a love poem
rewritten in frustration from dislodged,
secret affection? An unknown custom

captured in subway cave art? I don’t know;
I’m out of time now – to work I must go.

Written 6/23/08
©2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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