graffiti eyes and mouths
borrow form from the wall
and, lacking something
like enough hunger,
they become bases
for new faces sprayed over
and rising from each other
generations of cheekbones and jawlines
rising for a moment
then overlapped
smiling (or is it
simply lipless)
skull sails, reversed above
the true face
a bone hat,
living
and dead sharing the same sockets
and centered
cornered by mouse ears
to scale with ropes
symmetrical everests
backed by painted
scream of color flaming
and framing
into
a hand holding a tenement
offering a gift of ladders
and stone
***watch the video here
This is an experiment, trying to catch verbally an artist’s process as he paints freestyle on a wall.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Beautiful. Have you sent it to Chuck? You should. Wonder if he knows he paints in poetry?
🙂
I am going to send it to him, now that you mentioned it 🙂
🙂 Good I think he will be truly impressed that he moved you in such a way. A lot of artists work for ‘themselves’ which is fine, but I think the knowing of this will touch him.
At the very least, I gave him the credit on the vid 🙂
I suck at art interpretation, and just go with my “visceral” impressions… Just don’t tell Marcus I said that!
zipppppped!
poetic graffit or graffiti poetry?
both, I think…. 🙂 I think it is a poem grafted on graffiti art–might need its own word to define it properly 🙂
nice experiment I think it worked well
Thanks, Ian. Glad to know that, as I was climbing out on a surreal limb with it….