Street Signs

Nobody knows what nobody shows
Only this old truck knows where it tows
Inside is out where inside is out
A poem about streets with street signs about.

Paints are painted with paints that’d fade
Disorder is order and others parade.
Left and right and lefts and rights
Human strums that bellow order for street lights.

Like signs of demons and of his cross
Leaping on poles and waving across
Lone and alone for midnight to come
These signs will kill before they get you home.

And somebody told us what they retold
Scratched walls and posters of old
At corners and centers of cities and malls
Signs that’d never stay on their walls.

Leonell