Hue of Residue

This is a new art / new ideas
Mark making implement . . .

And this is another—the same
It seems.

And this one appears silver but it’s the same—
Just a different shade.

This is the last implement of the four.
Why do words always intrude?

What I’m reading:

“When you reside in a city which isn’t the city of your childhood, whatever you perceive lacks the resonance of memory.”

— Kathy Acker / Empire of the Senseless