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Shake it, shake it

The spray paint can

Shake it, shake it

Glass bottles on the fingertips

Clink, clink, clink

Come out, come out

The sharpshooter

An art warrior ghost

Come out to spray

 

Brick, wood and concrete canvases

Creative with textures

Unique with colors

Twisting innovative shapes

Into the realest designs

No need for a hand

Breathe deep, that motif

Enter, it’s locked

Driven by motive

It’s going where no man can

 

The key has been swallowed

By the one and only

Who knows all one can

Is he beast or man

Neither, nor, a combination

A man with millions of hands

A centipede with an abnormally large

Right side of the brain

Rocking lightning and thunder

With pots and pans

There must be more

Paint, the resource

The sharpshooter

Opening wider the door

 

Come out and spray

Bob Dylan of shapes

The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous

Hendrix of paint

The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous

Come out and spray

 

You dig, it digs, SS fires

Sprays his plan from a can

Reaching inside souls

Pick pocketing their cries

With his hands bent behind his back  

Their eyes climb

Graffiti tree tags

Branch after branch

Brick after brick

As they stare at the walls

It shines on the surface

It shines beneath

It’s taken way too easily

They think they understand

It’s much more deep

Come out to spray

The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous

 

With each brick, a branch

Each line, a leaf

The overall picture is planting seeds

That drop as acorns

Onto concrete sidewalks

The faultless graffiti, faultless tress

Created by the anonymous one

 

Come out and spray

Bob Dylan of shapes

The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous

Hendrix of paint

The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous

Come out and spray

 

Spread the aim, the mission

Quick to fire, half a second

From backpack to the grasp of five fingers

Painting a masterpiece

Implement critical thinking

Cause the bricks are sinking

In the depth of the thick paint

The people are all drinking

Layered, covering, never smothering

Spray cans the weapon

Paint the ammunition

Peace and dreams the difference

The sharpshooter, the ghost, anonymous

Un-holster, spray paint can in hand

He’s calling, the walls are calling

DC, Chicago, NYC, LA are all calling

Come out and spray  

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One Comment

  1. Love it Dylan.


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