‘Art’iculate

If there’s art
in the abstract,
then there’s art
on my damp ceiling,
the wallpaper peeling,
the asymmetrical lines,
on those tiles
in the loo.
(They have these eyes
that loom,
and take on life
as they fill with dew.)

And what about,
those elephants & chariots
or that vibrant sunflower
that we see in the clouds;
those ink butterflies
or the meaning it shrouds.

Or even the doodles,
we make in the sands,
etching them there
with our bare hands…

The chocolate stain too
on my dad’s off-white sofa,
or that spider web
in the corner,
where my grandma
stores her loofah…

The crack in the wall
like a bolt of lightning
or certified creep
Uriah Heep’s,
uncanny look,
unforgettable yet frightening.

Isn’t that art?
I say “aye”…
all those in favour,
would make
a mental note,
to pay,
more attention
to the mundane.
There’s more to
what you disdane..

For art is what
your imagination
can achieve;
and not what’s raved about
and sold at Sothebys’.