toilets, they catch shit
self deprecating porcelain
a thing of beauty
to an engineer
it is art for engineers
a joke
that artist’s loft is noisy
too much glass and clanking steam
the artist I see is covered
for a peek, a finger point
a mouth full
drawn down to an edge
so this poem ends in want
not hate
want and beginning
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