I love Styrofoam

I love Styrofoam for its plastic properties, artistic and chemical. Its form is as varied as its purpose, but rendered as objects it always seems to self organized into categories of sameness. Experiments in repetition and variation. The outputs of a physical and chemical process that are visually engaging and denotes its highly technical birth, but mirrors the natural variation in organic life, all the while expressing the simplicity of a homogeneous mass. Its sameness of matter that request to be put together in a pattern for some greater purpose. The more rigid the material, the more obvious the flaws in the production process, and in some instances the more joyous the visual experience, as if the flaw were an indication of some mutation seeking expression.

To my Love in Berlin

Hello Ms. Smitten
My kitten,
When can we fit in
a conversation or two
Between me and you,
It is what I want to do

Or is it forbidden
To chime in
Before I have ridden
my bike home to you?
But you are not there
I swear it tears me in two

A moon over Berlin
and I sit here wish'n
I was there with you