Basquiat Expressions

Poems, Protest, Painted, Mirrors.

It's all smoke and mirrors

You got some rhythm and flow too you know

Picasso paintings and portraits 

Frida's watermelons and orchids, 

Soaked and absorbing 

Canvas' of corn fields, Starry Night, and their orbits

Distorted lines 

Faded clocks, abstract, and wines

Basquiat and Haring

Head in a cloud, 

Hurling palms of paint at blank spaces and wait

Absent minded, The Persistence of Memory

Not much makes sense to me now

It's all a space of smoke and mirrors

Which is received, observed or believed

Relative to you, those three, or just me

Feel faint, I feel the changes

Angled a Warhol, Dali, Gogh in arrangement

Ain't ancient artifacts the strangest

Depends on the perspective, depends on the portion

Up above, underground, underneath,

No clearer here than what's beneath

Stay to a true expression of self

It's all smoke and mirrors.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This poem speaks to me on many levels