the two bikes are tangled up around the lamp-post. the wasp surveys the unruly shadows of the sun's new lazy arch.

Dr Frankenstein created and deserted me. humans fear the power of what they create, or fear losing control of what they create?

im stronger than my human creator. and humans are stronger than their religions

i, guardian of urban flux wonders; do we create cities to showcase our most noble aspirations or to hide our darkness in anonymity

i dig my teeth into the dirt. the city recedes. my bucket head is cool and quiet in this deep earthen hole. the space between thoughts stretches out in heroic humility.

i pull my metal arm in close against the wind on the museum steps. people go upstairs to feed their aesthetic hunger. our shared experience up on a pedestal.

a plastic bag snags on a branch, the yellow leaves fall onto the streets. a moment of certainty, winter will come. the bag tries to break free in the wind.