By Amy Simone Piller
The distance an ant covers is infinite(compared to it)me or youcould take a few strides,but in whose steps can webecome?
Young boys choose dinosaursto comparerefusing the ultimate distanceblissfully unawareof the end.
By Amy Simone Piller
To build skyscrapershigher than possiblemeans quickly erect
pursuit replaced by speedskylinesno thought of sunset.
By Amy Simone Piller
To provide the illusionof a larger room.
To increase the flowof natural light.
To escapethe room(without actually escaping) itstillsitting insidestuckbehinda window.
By Amy Simone Piller
Tiny winding staircaserarely scaled.
The occasional touristSearching for something other.
Temporarily untiredfrom aspiring
to reach higher.
By Amy Simone Piller
I. Three walls and a sloping roof (sometimes tacked on).The reverse of a peninsula (a hat).Shelter enough (for a snack).An add on.
Invented space, made of parameters.
II.To lean onas opposed to stand up.
To relaxin contrast to continuing.
To float instead of treading water.
III.To see as opposed to analyze
To be in contrast to competing.
Lean-to joyto [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
The image of a dogcomes to mindcold, wantingfor supper,
or the secret that staysyour eyespost jack-in-the-boxrenewal,demise
the inside-outsidedichotomous desireto fulfill(accompanied by the uselessmechanics of wantingtoask—an assemble it yourself kitmissing one criticalwasher).
A threefights gravity.Images spin and twistyour already flipped vision.
Appreciate the vaults of cohesionand the way space intervenes.
* A counterweight outside the building.
By Amy Simone Piller
Where is my steel reinforcementI plea brittle and needyof an architectto determinemy maximum capacity.
Why am I not an elevator?My worst fate thencould be plungingto a scrap metal lotwhere things just creakand no one talks.
By Amy Simone Piller
I am the keystone(of four parentsan isosceles archparts diametrically opposed)where my psyche danglesfrom vital voussouirsand when they battleI decay.
I wish I were a limerickso there wasa clever solution.
By Amy Simone Piller
Take a biteall teeth in.
Challengingsensesto slowly explode.
(You can handle morethan you ever knowjust by taking a few risks alone).
Sit back,Relax,the house is not on fire
(our mouths soonwill fill with flame)when we go under coverlove one anotherno sensetoo intenseour dreamsunincensedin trusting spicenever fades.
* Beware what you touch(afterwards).
By Amy Simone Piller
A picture is made(like sand leaves a handin a rush).
Fits and decisions,triggers and deliberation—why does what spread where? How can you contain that thought?
The marks you makestaypieces of paintpermeate permanenceparticle by particlepavingtowards the future.
Flecks of kindnesschips at crueltypatiencepursuitetchedin each momentinked(nothing wasted).