Wack
(after Keith Haring)
By Joshua Medsker
Out on the FDR
ready to cross into Queens
out the window
just past the Spanish Harlem
Target
on the back wall
of a handball court
a fat-lined
unmouthed
weathered head proclaims
CRACK IS WACK
with worry
lines faded from 1986
as the handball bomps
across the face of Manhattan
in the shadow
of the late, great NYC.
Keith Haring, Crack Is Wack
Joshua Medsker’s writing has appeared in many publications, including: Red Wolf Journal, Contemporary American Voices, The Brooklyn Rail, The Review Review, Haiku Journal, and Red Savina Review. For a complete list of Mr. Medsker’s publications, please visit his website. (www.joshmedsker.com)
Editor’s note: Joshua’s poem will appear in a new release by Red Wolf Editions, Time Is A River Without Banks, an Ekphrastic Poetry edition. If you wish to submit, you can do so by end February 2019. Submit to redwolfeditions@gmail.com Submission guidelines here.
