D (September)

D is the capital in spraycan scarlet and nightblue background on footpath hydrant box by stop-start traffic of a condensed arterial as we wait for green. A death’s head signature badges the corner and splatters of pink were added sometime where a poster peeled off for a show last September and who was he, she who did the D? Dave, Danielle? Did they take their time at 3am with exquisite precision? Were they speeding on something? Postponing despair? Escaping damnation? Upping declarations? Capitalising on doom? The green man walks, engine hums and we’re off again, into the density of day.