unsung basquiats

The black angel had vouched our silence

Amidst the scrolling tales of Reason

Held the trust in confidence

Lest the old world haunts mingled with the vested new life

Lest the abandon intruded the current fashion

A ghost in the machine

And stole it away

Like thieves in the night

Shifted the vagrant motions

To the other side of things

As the unicorn stepped into the abyss

Pointed first

The all seeing eye fades to black

A darkened heart chained to the hope less belief

There was no choice in the matter

The shadows forsook when hath turned to the light

No longer writhed their pressed firmaments

Like fake smiles to ploy the intellect

Brush the ephemeral disgust from thy lips

In gallant strokes of humility

An ailing preparedness for death

And the embrace of this new life perennial

Once such abandon smoked the mirror

Broad divestitures of the real

It mattered no more

All thy chagrin and grit a farce

All the hard skin a wish away

The abandon of the moment

Yes despite the wisdom of the sages

I clung to that which tore a hole in my shadow

My beautiful soul was a black denim

That was tearing at the seam

As the snake which cannot shed its skin

Perishes

And I have seen one of the lights of the universe

It is that we must continually renew our pores

The holes in our spirits

In order that beauty might forbear

And if now I wax ephemeral

It is because I stand on the shoulders

Of the unsung basquiats

’Las it was ours

Fell to the hands of a Rusnak thief

Exploited as the child of the midnight river

The underground current

Moved under the dark side of the moon

And we are chasing the tail

That scrolls through the fog of Reason

The black star that keeps shining on

An angel wooing us to heaven
The black kingdom in the night clouds


Muchas gracias por la inspiración, Intervenue (www.intervenue.com) and Dreemz & Co. (www.dreemz.co), notably Basquiat's Black Kingdom.

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com