poets in public by Kristopher Gordon Hall open heart surging. an open heart with valves l u n g i n g out of an old man reciting poetry on Pike St. to no one in particular. his face has been mangled by too much definition; surgically cut and tapered by every expression he has ever made. he is a gallery of unfinished effigies of tire-irons welded together dusting and rusting over serving no purpose yet much too massive to ignore. this oblique obelisk triggers and helps in developing a sentient note without the use of a metronome, fusing invisibly in public with our open hearts surging.