We file like pilgrims through the Richard Serra
Calling Mexico for help
"Ringed by the magical Necklace of Lights"
In debt up to our ears
The spiral has a navel for reflection and three discreet surveillance cameras
To crease, to fold, to bend, to crumple—
"He delights in the heat and violence of steel production"
Oh I bet
Try this: "Tonghua steel riot"
Triumph for literature! The guards keep peering at my notebook
Making sure I'm only writing, not sketching
Counterclockwise through the galleries,
Down into the underworld...
a vesica piscis where
we can always be two places at once
Loaves and fishes!
Tossed from a white limousine