Fixed in Motion...

Wandering inner city streets note book in hand
Cerebral juices shaken not stirred top shelf brand
Fist raised high banishing injustice to no-man's-land

Entranced by graffiti of revolt emblazoned on building walls
Spray painted portraits of street disciples captivates, enthralls
Inflamed, incensed, sharpening pencils with retributive gall

Standing, catching a breath, at potholed crossroads
Traffic gawks at magnificent hands as creativity explodes
Pedestrians trade snarls and jeers--backfire, choke, implode

Thoughts dance rhythmically to ghetto proverbs
Blank pages imbued with rebel words inspired by earthy herbs
Head bobbing, eyes heavy, chilling on mind-freeing curbs

To be continued...