things gathered while staring at sculptures

its cement head splattered with sea gull shit
and still,
the sculpture never loses that smile.

gulp of state

every flesh is perfect rock n’ flame.
encore us a bonfire
of inner richter scales
crawling out from aches
in knotted twines.

*speaking of crawling out from,
broken bats splinter discusses
cemental breakthroughs

hype

the sun’s fire
reveals human shit
no longer hiding
under melting snow.

march 1,2,3 and
elude
march 4,5,6 and
elude again

and again….