This is the first time (that a know of) where a poem was written, inspired by one of my murals. Enjoy!
On “The Downtown Artist at
Large”
A
Mural by Man One, Los Angeles, 2012
for
Lamont
by: Joseph Ross © 2013
If
only America’s roof
could
keep out the cold
the
way colors sometimes
can,
the artist’s brush
might
tower over
the
world like God or
God’s mother, awaiting
not
worship or gold
but
use. The brush gripped
to
splash the color of light
in
the shape of a broken
life.
Good and evil,
the
saliva of God, wait
impatiently
to mix with
the
hue of open eyes,
the
color of coffee,
the
shade of an impatient
country
where some are never
at
home. The artist finally
arrives
at the color
of
a wall’s destiny:
every
rich man’s wall re-born
with
a poor man’s face.
More info on the poet: www.JosephRoss.net
