CAN/ PANTS, 2016

 

The Red and Silver, the Orange, the Green

(Flowers Litter the Streets) 

 

I find value

in the unassuming,

The disposition of content

which coincides with

an oblique sort-of

Obviousness.

Without apologies,

I do not apologize

 

 

(Script)

The Red and Silver, the Orange, the Green

Flowers Litter the Streets

 

 

Flowers litter the streets

underfoot;

Under tire tread.

Track-marks seemingly

highlight

This ongoing process

of de-volum-izing.

 

Something so squashed,

so flat

To embody

the complexities

Of globalization;

of throw-away culture.

Their flattened

Ubiquitous mystique

enables a nether-life

to be revealed.

 

Unveiled:

some sweet and

Sticky narrative.

Found everywhere,

yet also strangely unique

[Estranged, I am]

Home to these new streets

 

While at home

the nightly entrepreneurs

seem to do most of the finding.

Here,

the bounties

seem to ever exceed

My scavenger capabilities.

 

Some neighbourhoods

I find more

Colourful delights

than others.

The sidewalks and

street-corner piles

Overspill their bounty.

I could create

a city-street map

Colouring neighbourhoods

with sugar-flavoured streets

Unfolding coloured territory,

of a varied kind:

a narrative of diversity

Of desires,

Untold wants

and needs; The haves

Halves turned upside-down.

 

My delights down-turned

Magpie Eyes scanning.

Urban landscapes

unfolding underfoot.

Alas!

Is it just me?

That decries value + delight

In silvery street-finds.

I find value

in the unassuming,

The disposition of content

which coincides with

an oblique sort-of

Obviousness.

Without apologies,

I do not apologize.

 

Magpie Eyes

decries, value

In silvery street-finds.

The disposition of content

which coincides with

an oblique sort-of

Obviousness.

Without apologies,

I do not apologize.