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"Krylon Dreams"


March 2009

wrote this while watching a boring safety video in welding class.....

i dream
in krylon painted scenes
color coded schemes
bursting at the seams
with True Blues and Hunter Greens
Pewter Grey freight trains
become streams
of various hues, glints and gleams
brick walls
are a canvas
for paint can tag teams
exploding with energy, laughs and screams
hopes, nightmares, fears and dreams
in memory of
loved ones lost
to bars or beams
formed into boxes
lined with velvet and gold sheen
political statements
otherwise unseen
become exposed to the public eye
unrestricted, pristine
what a Bright Idea
try to stop this graff thing
might as well
tell
the Bahama Seas
to stop crashing against Castle Rocks
and the Blue Ocean Breeze
to cease its whispers
of Tuscan Sunsets
and Coral Isle reefs
most have forgot
we are part of nature
like Ivy Leaf or Sun Yellow
so get over it
you stuck up Oxford Blue Fellow
unleash the fox and hounds
go chase them in your Equestrian brown
leave us to our work
we won't let you down
and when you see a sick piece
thrown up around town
remember
be thankful for these artists
don't hate and frown
you don't have the spine
or guided hand
to add sweet perfection
to this otherwise empty land

(LA stylee son cuz that's how we do!)

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