Tuesday, August 7, 2012


The labyrinth stretches 9 minutes fast.
You can not remove the transparent clockwork
from its busy hair.

No live hound has ever sat here before.
A sort of Times Square but one that doesn't
consume what you tell it to. An indicator of flatness.
Windy worthless lights hang from paperhangers.

And yet you end up tracing a seaweed-like trajectory into the
holes of passing faces. The geometric palette of
any cognitive undertow. Heatwaves from the robotic
house plant's left brain.

Earth (i.e. dirt) is very easy to deploy (e.g. throw)
and, when stacked high, knock down.
Eliciting emotion.

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