while on a walk one day i came across this comment written in a cement kerb. i thought it was hilarious

Crouton Monster

"I am the crouton monster, I have come to make your soup delicious"

That corner
where the park meets my street,
A phone box once stood
Oft glassless,
handset always off hook
But the light was always on,
A beacon in stumbling nights

Now a concrete square,
Giving way to a footpath,
Giving in to communication downgrade.
Off the kerb I would walk,
In protest, in ire,
Rage against the grey
Cutting the grass to an abrupt end

The sky was orange, tinted with purple,
Beautiful summer night
with the smell of heat and mystery.
Upon turning that corner
I saw etched, in concrete newly laid,
A declaration of self,
a mission statement
The rain will never wash away

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 03:16

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I love this. You sent me back to the blocks of New York City, my home.