by Travis Mateer
Here’s a poem for your Friday, along with more selections of mural art from my travels. These images are from Eureka, in Northern California.
artists reaching for the cool with Saturn rings and easy horns is it the market in your skull instead of you that I should scorn? public funded paint on brick mural language no one reads but as I roll through your towns I track how these fuckers feed
Billy Shakespeare by the clown see the trumpet Louis plays? he’s not there to entertain you as you go about your days just a planet? just a cube? color choices no big deal? that’s a dangerous attitude and disconnected from what’s real
which, I’ll tell you, isn’t much even what you think you hold solid matter is illusion dancing between hot and cold red my breath is dragon heat blue I’m gliding through a pool me is me, I’m not Chinese but if you want, I’ll play the fool
archetypal puppet hand do not put your fingers there my circuit breaker isn’t working shocking jolts could harm and scare art that threatens is art that hopes beauty can find form again sad my pen is on the ropes Weldon Kees, where did you end?
Thanks for reading!