Trying to find
An entry point
No, no
It looks like
A croissant but
Sick coloured
The next:
A key on a string
Captioned ‘All the locks are broken’
I worry if my fast blue bike
Is safe outside
Then a Rothko
And I like Rothko
Prints don’t cut the jam
You need the viscosity
With Rothko
I look into the red maw
And I can see the hell
He’d been living in
The painting
Stains my eyes;
The town is
A little more red
