Legacy in blue

He left a legacy in blue
In the 3800 block of neverwhere
Everywhere, USA there
Broad-stroked, left-tilted and askew
He wrote single-syllabled truths and painted his feelings upside down
For you
He lives and breathes a life predicated on the new
premeditated
He was a rolling stone papa who birthed children behind dumpsters and fornicated on brick walls
He spread his seed all over the city
The word he two-fisted on the side of that railcar
Still lives to this day
Eternal
That is his crowning achievement
His little piece of anarchy spelled with block letters
And whispered across canvas like street soliloquy
On his good days
He loves the colors bleeding into each other
Like greens reaching for purples hand and
Gold grabbing red around the waist
He may seal them with a thick black line but he calls it
Painting yourself free
The word is humility
He spray paints when he's up high down low
Self portraits full of black and grey sorrow
Or affirmations as translucent as a streetlights yellow and white electricity
He doesn't like the color orange
Something about questioning the perfection of the sun
So he watches the clouds of people for inspiration for new colors and testaments
He followed a womans sway for 26 minutes because he couldn't decide if she was teal blue twinkle
Or cherry red enchantment
So he created them both with hazelnut accents
Graffiti is not what he does
It is what he sees and what everything has become
Behind his teardrop eyes he reigns over the streets he roams
The word is breathe
He cuts out pieces of his vision and finger paints it into forever
The word is essence
He swallows experience and dribbles out the regurgitated remains
The word is enlighten
in black
Confess in lime green
Absolve in indigo
Legacies in blue
He left a legacy
In you