Graffiti Tonguelashing

Graffiti
…..
…..
GRAFFITI TONGUELASHING

Blood spurts drip
…………………..from arterial subways
Fresh twists thrown
…………………..against grimy walls
Brazen impenetrable
…………………..declarations stream
Screaming defiant
…………………..deviant independence

Iconic artful signatures
…………………..styled on the fly
Flung haphazardly
…………………..down dreary afternoons
By fancy tattooed pagan avatars
…………………..tooled up
Far out at sea
…………………..bathed in a bronze light

Not one of even
…………………..the voiceless ninety-nine
Not waving, not drowning
…………………..just flotsam
Vagrant, slovenly
…………………..profit’s stark jetsam
Hooded, awaiting
…………………..the outcoming downpour

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 29, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Wow! Stunning images! I plan to read this a few more times… Masterful writing, Ben (in my opinion).

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    • With graffiti, as with any form of communication, the medium has a message to convey of its own, never mind the words or image. That’s what I wanted to do here; try to capture my sense of what graffiti says with its format and approach, even when there is often no verbal content as such, although it is clearly more than simply an abstract design. Sadly, the illustration I found, as is so often the case that I give up searching, does’t quite fit the image I had in mind. 😦

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  2. I’m of the belief that how one constructs their poem is just as important as the words chosen. I do, quite often, notice how a poem is displayed and have abandoned a poem because of the look or feel it projected.

    I’ve seen what you’ve done here and appreciate your poem. Each line.

    I’ve never been much for graffiti, yet tolerate it for the important, hopefully, message the artists chooses to send.

    Thanks for sharing this with me, Ben.

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  3. Cracking poem Ben! Really powerful, it entwines with the image perfectly.

    – Esme spraying her name upon the Cloud and waving

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