Overhead domes climb up 7ft tall and over,
Walls have seen it all...
Blanketed in innocent pastels
A candy striper on my roller,
Painted plaque with rainbow liquor
Brights for the dark to hide,
Blind the truth of this plaster's fable
Dark to bury coffins of jocular pastimes...
A wet rouge
To lie away the scars of Time's abuse,
Lumps,dents,punctures & stains
Graffiti mildew of floods & hurricanes
Sightless witness to violence
Hostage maestro cuffed to the bass of instruments,
Buckets from the guillotine ;
Passed down through centuries to baptize crime scenes...
Cocooned in a Rubik cradle
Lies hues of virgin damnation,
Snuggled & soothed suckling Mother's nipple...
A fake strapless mask,
Concealing the history that walls have.
SE. C.9.26.11 P.4.29.18