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| banksy |
the whole tooth is---
a graffiti campaign to...well i am not sure,
state an opinion, or peel the onion,
but that will give you bad breath, they're
painted on power boxes, a metaphor itself,
with one large tooth & in the middle, words
usually, but the newest has the silhouette
face of an indian - like sitting bull
on the same street, down town feeder,
Richard walks, balancing bottles & balls
on his head like a woman with a water pot
returning from the river, though his is reversed
on the way to the James, where he'll meet
morning rush hour with a flourish, flip whatever
he finds up to land and stand on his head
as he dances beneath
i met him at the soup kitchen, once,
he didn't want to talk about the show, just eat,
it takes a lot out of a man, "those quarters
ain't cheap & streets don't care who walks,
rides or cycles, they'll chew you up
'less you treat them like a lover"
like the indian, i wonder what reservation
they'll find for him at extraction---the whole tooth
they keep trying to wash away, keeps popping up
on power boxes, bad onion breath
you can't brush away, i
eye the mirror, then ahead & between cars
the morning sun plays in the trees,
dappling the street, light // dark,
dark // light---& i love them both
just,
the same.
Over at dVerse Poets, Pamela is guesting for Victoria for MeetingTheBar and wants us to write on our home, our city, our town, where we are from---get writing...doors open at 3 pm EST.
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