Hordes of painters come at night
Holding ladders firm and tight
their intent to desecrate some site
With paint and chalk
So owners find to their dismay
When dawn brightens the next day
An extraordinary array
Of food for thought.
A letterbox – graffiti scrawl
Vulgar doodles on a wall
Frustrated artists have a ball
By railway track
No white expanse is quite immune
The station walls lit by the moon
With motifs quite bizarre are strewn
Kilroy is back!
Outsize letters, weird designs
Cartoons, dreamlike wavy lines
Creations born of troubled minds
Stare bold and stark
A giant spider seems to crawl
Along an abandoned factory wall
Holding passengers in thrall
But is it art?
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
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