Graffitied Souls

A slashing splash of verdant city art
attacks a purple scrawl that marks the place
where man and can have ripped the bricks apart.
Imagination makes the wall a face,
the stones into a tableau telling tales
of primal crimson, vibrant cyan, swirls
of sable secrets, golden bone, and shell.
Awakening amidst the icon pearls
are stories of the hissing whispers. Marks
as sharp as acetone propel disputes
of where belongs to whom. The jungle parks
and balling courts are fields of artist’s fruit.
Graffiti charges up the borough walls
and sparks with life like tribal drumming calls.