In
deepest dark she slips through silent streets,
with
balaclava, aerosol in bag,
to
draw her dreams and sign her ornate tag
on
each blank piece of brickwork that she meets.
Graffiti
is too blunt an epithet
for
craft
and dedication such as this ‒
an
artistry that's burnished with a kiss,
a
flourish of poetic paint vignettes.
John
Wilmot is her one true guiding light ‒
she
re-works slogans of another world
in
homage
to
that syphilitic Earl:
'Let's Swive Again', 'I'd
Rather Swive Than Fight'
and 'Swive Thy Neighbour'
sprayed upon a wall
in handsome letters
nearly five feet tall.
RJT
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