Painted Ladies

The wall is bright and garish,
painted ladies and flowers,
text like graffiti splash.
Street painting at its best.
Too much to take in at once.

You stop at each passing.
Such things deserve more than a glance,
each image a story, a promise, a rant,
wanting to be heard, a spew
that ends up too often,
as noise.

About this poem. 

Far more personal than it seems.

The picture was taken at Asbury Park. It reminds me of the “Some Girls” album cover, my favorite Rolling Stones album.

Tom