VENOM
PAINTED IN THE RAILWAY TUNNEL,
BOLD, JAGGED, GARISH PAINT.
GRAFFITI TAG, BOTH RED AND SILVER,
‘VENOM’, FRISSON, HATE.
SITTING WITH MY PIECE OF PAPER,
POISED TO WRITE WHAT IS INSIDE.
STARTLED BY THE REVELATION,
AM I JUST A POISON SCRIBE?
LESS THAN A SECOND THAT I SAW IT,
A FLASH THROUGH WINDOWS DULL AND SCRATCHED.
THE PIGMENT LUMINOUS, THICK PAINTED,
OLD BLACK SCARRED BRICKS ATTACHED.
A SINGLE WORD MY INSPIRATION,
FOR WHAT I PUT UPON THE PAGE.
I HOPED FOR BEAUTY OF THE BUSHLAND,
BUT INSTEAD I FOUND THE RAGE.
THE LESSON TO THIS LOWLY POET,
CARRIED FORWARD FROM THE GLOOM
IS RATHER TO ENJOY THE JOURNEY
NOT VALIDATE THE WORDS OF DOOM
THE PURPLE ROBE
Jennifer Trezise ... Artist & Poet 