Each to their own

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I saw – an eyesore
my hosts saw – a dinosaur
yes, I’m set in my ways and
the surreal frieze – froze my psyche
the imaginative mural was lost on me
it’s jazzy form too souped-up
in aerosol artisanship
for me to get my head around it…
where I saw graffiti
they saw a mellifluence of art and angst
where I saw social disorder
they saw a harmony of chaos and dexterity
where I saw subversion
they saw an immersion of visceral vice
where I saw squiggles
they saw a signature Banksy

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 but the tables were turned later on…
where they saw a dull nil-nil, devoid of art
I saw a passionate match-up, between two well drilled teams
where they saw a paucity of goals
I saw the intent, the measured deliberation
where they saw moribund moments
I saw valediction in valiance
where they saw a metaphorical brick wall, unfit for tagging
I saw opportunities to come
where they saw clean sheets
I saw a canvas splashed with merit
net minders like gloved-up firewalls
protecting their inner core
the colourful custodians
bringing to mind our own Banksie…
I still get goosebumps remembering:
THAT save



I’m doing myself a disservice – I appreciate a Banksy as much as the next mouse

It’s the wannabee copycats without the talent that do my head in

Come to think of it… why doesn’t Banksy do Banksie? 😉

A quote from Banksy himself…..

“People say graffiti is ugly, irresponsible and childish… but that’s only if it’s done properly.”

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/each-to-their-own-2/