Please, please, beating heart of the world
I am sunk like sorrow
Sky wire
Just trying to get to the next level
Classic bullets
plunge mercifully
into marshmallow chests.
Hearts push daisies
in peaceful reply.
How to say I in Dutch
There’s a man in there
Night rider
Pushing and dragging circles of light
Utrecht night
This is not an oak tree
It’s not the Eucharist either.
They’re both hanging in a gallery in London.
(Hat tip: Klaas de Groot.)
Utrecht Journal 