Sculptures and found organs, organic art

Outside the gallery, brains were bubbling on the lawn. Golf balls on inverted tees, the deformities foamed at the brim. A wood rhinoceros pointed his horn their way. Death grey pigeons ate what poked up just weeks ago as summer’s grass.

The greenery curved into a row of well-groomed trees. An aging zig-zag ramp showed the dentist its coffee teeth. We climbed into a Picasso face. The evergreens gave the finger to all the art.

And up in open air on the third floor the cats couldn’t care to yawn.