Kobylarz & Goldsmith – February 2026

Samuel Goldsmith and Philip Kobylarz traded art and words. Philip shared this untitled triptych with Samuel:

In response, Samuel wrote this poem:

Fumes

I. 

on fumes 
and on and on
fuses on
xes on
excess on
and on and on

II. 

looking for a potato and a table?
here we eat mcnuggets indoors
hide the deep fryer from sunlight
but who can fence a hot-oil scent?
not i nor x nor m
please feed us sepia and beige
drought-toasted hills that smell
of grease fires and techron
oh dear
now the bumper is salivating too
fences and fuel rule exit 202 

III. 

o yes 
im exhausted
tired as a tailpipe
weary of wheels
done with doors 
leading nowhere
yet the go is the goal
a power line
hiking up a hill
o yes 
who else can smell 
the excess exhaust?
a bone-dry spine
in other words 
an empty drive
to run on

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Samuel shared this poem with Philip:

World of Wheels

Coyote
his fur of concrete
with potholes aplenty
saunters down College Ave

seeking tricks to play
on UC Berkeley students.
He lies flat and becomes a road
lets feet trample his mangy back.

All aboard!
Coyote takes them for a ride
laughing all the while
through a mouth full of acorns.

Ours is a world of wheels
in which pavement is omniscient. 
We look to the sky as
the road leads us astray.

They step off old Coyote’s spine.
Instead of Memorial Stadium
they find a forest
at sunset.

Hahahahaha!
What a prankster.
Tailor-made for Insta
a road sans guard rails.

In response, Philip made this image, titled “The New Class Struggle”: