Writing On Stall Walls

yes, i’ve the skin of a page,

see me be or seize this tree

& colorize me however you admire

whatever you’ll accept, except

if it’s white again,

i want substance,

& volume,

i want your thoughts

lodged in my margins,

don’t allow the color of your ink

to stop you, don’t even let

the borders stun your right

to write, aviate your pen

& my ears will catch every word,

my leaks will ingest your conviction

& embody your pain,

whatever you do,

don’t leave me be,

don’t leave me the same