

Every time I put my hands in my pockets I find
A haze of tulip petals & the hollow slap of air conditioning
She winds her way back to my studio
What's the name of that park?
A haze of tulip petals & the hollow slap of air conditioning
A baffling chain that never seems to finish
What's the name of that park?
The popular image is part of my landscape
A baffling chain that never seems to finish
There's something terribly brittle about it
The popular image is part of my landscape
In other words, we look at that silver can
There's something terribly brittle about it.
Between containment & scattering, a fundamental process
In other words, we look at that silver can
The randomness kind of zeroing in
Between containment & scattering, a fundamental process
As threatening and insistent as possible
The randomness kind of zeroing in
Time battering the surface of earth?
As threatening and insistent as possible
She winds her way back to my studio
Time batters the surface of earth
Every time I put my hands in my pockets I find