Bubble gum pavements
City pigeons make street art under bridges
A Jackson Pollock, something organic.
It could be Mural 1950s and look—here?
A bubble-gum pavement is this urban street art.
The pointillist canvas does it mimic the universe
And all that's still, to ‘comet' through there…?
I love all kinds of art but a dead carcass.
In formaldehyde stretches that to the limit.
I'd rather see some burnt-out Wreckage!
A car, where no-one got hurt or died.
I'd rather see pigeon excrement's…
Than a human anatomy, artist:
Using, someone's once living flesh and bone
I'd rather see bubble-gum pavements.
Than; this great new modernistic art of nothing at all…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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