Speak to me, Write me a letter With your spray-paint pens And emulsion ink. Tell me your wants Tell me your needs Your dreams, Tell me what you feel Show me Yell it to me In the brightest colours Of your rage Your joy You passion Your sorrow Your visions of future, Past, Tainted utopias, And perfection in chaos Shout at me. Shout at me, Make me listen. And when I am listening, Remind me, That I too Should be speaking.
Art
paint splattered on walls, pavement. handprints, assprints, cover stop signs cars. but murals, graffiti, remain untouched. artists never defile art.