Morgan Michaels

Grafitti - Poem by Morgan Michaels

Sometimes it seems all the grafitti in the world
was scrawled on the walls of almost everywhere
by the furious brush of one inspired hand:
appearing overnight like the rust in the trees
and left behind with scarcely a backward glance
by an artist who moves on and on;

Scrawled on the walls of practically everywhere:
garage doors, bus depots, flanks of trains, cows,
any non-glass surface broad enough to serve
as canvas for the single, manic hand- stealthy, sure,
working from point A, then circle-trotting the globe,
ending, at last, at precisely the same point;

As the stars glimmer-glimmered or the moon effused
always in darkness, for (just a reminder, here) ,
when it's dark in these parts, it's light on the far
side of the world, the shadow-line drawn on like a cape,
as he or she advances, ever a step ahead,
ledger by ledger, line by line;

With a quiverful of brushes, a stencil-file
and a sack full of aerosols, red, green and tan-
geared for the human conversion of thought to form
that first seems chaotic but finally, fairly skilled,
seeking just that punk dimension that makes people brake
when viewed at the light, and almost have accidents;

Prizing speed, extemporaneity, on-going-ness,
never caring, never looking back, deeming what is, is,
eschewing theory, pedagogy, praise,
apolitical, largely, and in cheerful trio
with Sinter Claus, and that Easter creature
who likewise seem skilled to run the globe.

Sometimes it seems like all the world's grafitti
was scrawled on the walls of practically everywhere
by the busy brush of one hypomanic hand-
appearing in the morning like red rust in the trees
familiar to everyone, known by none
oblivious of deadline and of fees.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about Grafitti by Morgan Michaels

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/1/2015 12:41:00 PM) seems like all the grafitti in the world.....very wonderful composition shared really with wise view. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 14, 2016

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