K8
May 31st, 2007
May 31st, 2007
Fidelity rules ok…
Desensitise yourself because
Graffiti’s always there.
You walk past it everyday
Blinkered in ignorance
Until you dream about it
And wake in panic.
You’ll meet someone perhaps
Boldly balancing on rubble,
Unsure of how he got there.
Lost for words;
Scared of misplaced phrases.
You try to wash away the dust
To find it only makes things worse.
Face your wall
Look for beauty in concrete.
See that it defines your space.
For when it crumbles
And you miss its stains,
You’ll come to see that
Graffiti doesn’t have to rhyme.

Yo, I hate to take away from your artistic musings, but why do you link to Ultimate Guitar? You play it?
I downloaded the tabs for Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana from it. That’s an easy song. Then again, I’m only after taking it up, so I’ve a while to go before I’m kicking the ass out of Van Halen solos …
Nice pome!
That reminds me of That
SID that pome is seriously kinky!!! I love the wanton violence in it, the feelings are so raw. Poetry at its best when it’s all spilled out like that. The last line is brilliant. I may have to rob it.
You takin’ up the geetawr, Dario? Good move, you’ll always be welcome at parties!! I’ve just written a huge paragraph about this and deleted it, I’m just going to do a blug about it instead. Thanks for the ’spiration :)
Absolutely beautiful poem!
Thanks Brian, but I know it’s a bit strange. It’s just stuff that was floating around in me noggin that wanted writing down!
If I work and work on a peom and find just the words and put it all together with lots of work and thinking about it, people say, “Hey that’s nice”!! If one comes flowing out and I look at it and say, “hmmm?” then people rave about how wonderful it is. Ha! I don’t get it but I do like this one a lot.
I inspire people? Well, I guess that makes a change from my usual inspiration of annoyance - there are some people I’m just born to annoy, and God do I know it.
Poetry is weird. I only ever liked studying TS Eliot, because his stuff was bleak and dark in an immensely powerful way, and I hated WB Yeats at school. He was a nerdy fucker.
Did you know TS Eliot is an anagram of Toilets?
That would explain his fascination with shitty things …