Pollutant
Spray your aerosol
Exalted rays of a golden hue crack
through a morn of mist, murk & chemicals: of hazy worth
as dawn breaks and reshapes an initially orange
- ultimately black -
brick underpass renewed with ever-changing shades of flagrant colour(s)…
Acryllic. Krylon.
Unfinished designs don the visitors’ sight on
the sidewalk. If they care too look: I care. Many don’t.
…A penny floats for my thoughts
As I finger an empty wallet burning a hole in my pocket.
(We rarely afford to think)
I link dots made - by hurried hip-hop kids –
With the propellant’s now dry deposits.
I’ve got it.
My fingerprints’
Friction ridges pick the spilt story from the lingered ink.
Panda’s chased them, in a pant and racing
The blue sky offers little shelter from the resident taskforce,
OR the elements; fast-forward
To travel time is elementary. Blackboards are backward,
They aren’t meant to be black: chalk comes in much colour,
We saw only white at our schools;
A dull monochrome order… to be ‘bright’ was to be fool.
And I was very stupid, so very loose-lipped
With tongue which colours grey matter, which was useless, then.
I’ve learned to accept the colour of yin & yang.
I watch silver threads dance a curlicue on an ebony head
And muse over Time. Regardless, our gift is mortality,
Thus clock watching’s a hideous construct, more candidly:
The cities upon dust that we live upon just impact
Concrete scars,
While singing fire make pyres of Gaia’s fringe.
If I put an axe through your mother’s axe wound
You’d be outraged: you’d outcry about my actions!
Hypocrites disregard the whole and revere the fraction.
Stay your aerosol. For what it's worth.
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