PHOENICIAN GRAFFITI
These spray-can scrawls on public wallsExpress my psychic rage with rude intent.My tags provoke a thoughtful pauseIn much the same way Banksy does,With cold irony and unrepentant guile.My way of bombing bubble styleMight even tease a tourist’s smile.But my darker themes paint silent screams:Is it public?Is it street?Is it urban?Is it commercial?And then let’s consider my masterwork mural,A brutally honest and life-like self-portrait,A glimpse of me in all my squalid bohemian splendor,Nothing but pavement crack and tenement dysfunction.Too hard-edge for primetime, you say?Well, I didn’t get a face like thisBy staying out of trouble.So there!