Numbered Image

by Mike Hetzler   Nov 13, 2012


I
caught
a ragged man
looking out over an imperative of growth.

Wondered a hard rent of steel, posed that good cement
is only a place to stay and that the adhesive is not art.

Such a dynamism should activate: art has little need for what transfixes.

One place is not enough and is worse than too many.
All the considerations, all potential fomenting was
brought up by your image and lack of numbers.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7...
I didn't have to hear!

Do you really think I'd've endured?

You're still caught by my sight and the fact
that you don't know it is art, but not your
picturesque looking for something.

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