Five poems. I like the one about the railroad tracks: “Railroad tracks were different/When I was young./I used to like/To balance myself on them./When I couldn’t do that,/I stood back and watched/The trains go by./I never knew where they were going./Today I find I know/Too much about destinations./All the things/Pointing towards the future/Seem to have an end.” The other four poems… well… graffito comes out once a month, and if you subscribe it’s only a buck a bang, so wait it out. (KS)