By Ron Van Sant
Rebellious hands clasping illegal pens,
Frantic swirls forming outlawed shapes,
Ornate designs make alias names,
A silent attempt to be remembered.
Bit by bit, hidden in plain sight,
The forsaken artist leaves his mark,
A message only the initiated can read,
A desperate attempt to be remembered.
Desecrating the desks society gave his parents,
The artist struggles against the grooves,
Of the mark his father once carved into the wood,
A vain attempt to be remembered.