see chapter 1: confessions of a graffitnik                                                                               

CHAPTER TWO   THE PERFECT PLACE

 

Poetry, wine, and thou

 

                    

 


FURTHER AUTOBIOBIOGRAFFITICAL ADVENTURES

                        

 

                                                     

 

 

 

 

  READ  ("Turning on")

 

 

 READ ("I died for beauty")

 

  

It was hard to admit, but I didn´t know which way to turn.

At times I didn´t know what was on my mind.

I had trouble seeing what was behind the obvious.

 

 

    (read "God eats His Self")

 

 

 

 

 

 (read "Graffiti artists of the world, unite!")

The son, too, was older and wizened.

 

My life´s work unfinished, I was searching for the perfect place.

 (read "The flight of the Soul")

                           Would it lead to a way out, or in?

 

 

 

 

      Meanwhile, there was the opposition to think of, critical of my Quest.

 

                      They assumed so many forms and attitudes.

 

And they knew right where to find me.

 

 READ "Just say NO to Death"   "O.K."

 

 

 

                                       Everybody else did, and demonstrated their support in diverse manifestations.

 

                                                           

  

                                  

 

                                                      But the kids were counting on me.

 

                                                

 

 

                     

                                                  Consequently, I kept my fiery mind on my work.

 

 

A different angel sang the song

to which I marched head downwards.

 

And I had this dream about the Perfect Place...

 

 

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