Why am I doing this? 

Tossing aside piles of paper filled with scribbles 
I stuff a few cans filled with marvelous colors 
into my dark canvas book bag, then wrap myself in a puffy black coat 
Alone I find myself wandering aimlessly through out the streets 
Finally I meet up with someone familiar 
The empty white steel siding of a large truck 
jumps out against a cold dark urban background 
Unable to resist its call, i stride towards it 
I carefully observe my surroundings, 
only to support the fact that I'm alone. 
I assure myself that no one is watching me as 
I pull a can out of my bag, i cant afford to shake it here 
The first spray drips out watery and clear 
Quickly it transforms into a dull black 
With gracefull movements, I sweep my hand back and forth 
across my canvas, poisonous fumes burning my nostril 
>>CLANK<< Damn! Metal meets metal, the result, a thunderous 
noise fills the once empty atmosphere I had enjoyed just moments before 
I curse at myself as I quickly apply the finishing touches on the cryptic 
hieroglyphics drying on the damp surface of someones vehicle. 
Whats the point? will anyone even be able to read this? why am i... 
These questions quickly fall out of my brain as I hear a noise behind me 
I turn around to see a large man standing only a few yards away 
Only one thought fills my head now... 
run! 
Bolting through John Doe's backyard, I fumble through the blackness 
Ruining flower beds and damaging weak fences in my escape. 
The white beam of a policemans maglight probes the darkness 
hoping to spear me with its justice. 
My heart pounds with excitement, more cars have joined the game 
But I like the odds. I commando my way along the ground 
Dirt staining the belly of the puffy jacket. I don't care though 
It's "psycho"s coat. 
A few moments later and I'm blocks away from the scene 
Heart still thunderously beating, I find my way home. 
The streets are hot, I call it a night. 
A few days later I'm downtown smokin with some friends 
"Hey look," says fuckin guy #1 "isn't that your tag?" 
"Why, yes." says I to that fuckin guy #1 as my truck rolls by, "yes it is." 
You could see a dull spot in the throw where someone had tried cleaning it off. 
But that only added to its greatness. 
It was a precious moment, 
even if it only lasted for the breif half of a second it took for the truck to drive by... 
"Word up" says fuckin guy #2 "cbu kicks ass" 

- SK ETCH -