Linking the themes

Three interlinked stanzas picking up themes from a most poetical Sunday - modernism, yellowness, chalk-on-pavements...

Street art

I

Chalking round the sunspot dapples
Like a capella apples,
Eve spread out the tarmacadam
Unbidden on your drive –
“That’ll be a grand, mate” –
“Bite me”,
I don’t want your bitumen,
So bring on your gut-pouched lawyers,
Runaround and sue me,
Affidavits holding hole-hulled lifeboats,
Play the passing notes in full –
John Bullshit,
Rip up the writ
Throw down your cap
Tear off your coat
And draw out in pastel-pinks
The wartime tints of Goya.

II

Hints entrenched in dead-eyes stares,
Though shrapnel’s welcome here,
Throw freely and appreciate
The pigmented figments –
Binocular, binaural, never choral,
One makes it quorate
And so grants legitimacy of status,
Verbal afflatus –
You can’t make us, make me, mako;
Thus spake old fake old
Tsarovich,
A bob-a-job nabob,
‘Ave a cup o’ suzerainty
And a biscuit, ya baskit.

III

We beckon you inside with bourbonhomie,
Ignoring the custard screams of wheel-less wagoneers,
Broken-spoked,
Fragments campfire-smoked –
Outline the carbonate with charcoal,
Illuminate with low-lit rims,
Put up hoods or pull down brims,
Utterly fedorable –
I say, I say, an ice-age eyeshade,
Pretend the light’s about to fade,
Stop your barking
And walk out silent through the day.