"And the signs said that the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls...and tenement halls."--Simon and Garfunkel

Grafitti...much older than Nefertiti.  Hot like ziti.
The mind bakes and makes it meaty.
Modern runes for modern tunes,
Written and then uttered so they flutter under modern moons.
In barrel fires...not as hot as the ire that burns...
Within the heart of a curb-side sire.
Caligraphy curves, swerves...made majestic,
A wish in a petri dish makes it septic
'Till it grows and flows out of the can onto the concrete
Or the brick or metal. That's wear the mind meets
The medium.  Where creation finds its form.
A weather of words that finds its storm.