A poem by Robert Strong, author of Puritan Spectacle (Elixir Press, 2006).

The landscape is illegal.
People need & see things, incessantly.
Walk these city streets: two straight lines cannot enclose or animé a space: as origami has insides and inside its folds, also: it has wings made from the making of its wings: it flies only if on fire and flies best in a frigid fall day: that’s the thermal physics of this city: rambling text of tags, men in drag: Nike Nike Prada bag: the streets run straight to make paid-for space: upwards at their edges are walls a crime to art on: unless for selling something else: pomegranate juice, community, fruit-infused vodka from the former eastern regime: slap-stick this spectacle with your own situationism: be enthusiastic: preexisting aesthetic elements in the winedark boulevards, the sunrise [something/obeys] among them: your First Amendment must be adhesive against search & seizure from these streets: this gallery: it is forbidden to be forbid: your Fourth Amendment only [something/obeys] its own profligeration without profit: you’re owning your own looking: move ahead: see what you can make of it.