spraycan

the entries in my diary are like grafitti
embellishing sad grey walls,
adding colours, and thus taking pity
on a lifetime of downfalls.

i have a spraycan full of stories
to turn prison cells into dancehalls;
golden glitter to spray over the sorry-s
smeared in black on all walls.

i have a spraycan for grafitti
i use on lives and minds and souls,
trying hard to cover all the nitty-gritty,
at least till the next rain falls.