Flying Buttress*

24thOct. × ’09

The image of a dog
comes to mind
cold, wanting
for supper,

or the secret that stays
your eyes
post jack-in-the-box
renewal,
demise

the inside-outside
dichotomous desire
to fulfill
(accompanied by the useless
mechanics of wanting
toask—
an assemble it yourself kit
missing one critical
washer).

A three
fights gravity.
Images spin and twist
your already flipped vision.

Appreciate the vaults of cohesion
and the way space intervenes.

* A counterweight outside the building.

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