the mobilised youth experiment with gender talk
faster in the wake of tv retrospectives:
your life a drag though apt for tags & keyword
analysis, while primed & drunk & environment-
ally ready we sit still. anyway. etcetera.
yes david, i’m aware amidst this jarring shift
of ‘voices’. politicians are preferable &, um,
things are important. stuff is fun too so picture
the times past when intentions moved in a
slightly curving arrow (red & power-
pointing straight to the imaginary soul?)
okay, i resolve not to source lines from lateline.
no more. enough is enough. now kiss me.
i don’t care don’t i care care i don’t. & that’s a
strict observation, letting itself be seen naked,
as if by chance, to a passing group of young &
cute theories, out for a grossly-exaggerated
night on the town. what will i tell my pet john
ashbery (perched atop a shoulder) that whispers
psalms like some loony-tune devil? ply him with
stray metaphors: senators resemble helicopters,
in ways too numerous to prove? or consider
motel-soap? perhaps. the loosest underwear
oughta suffice, assist the paradox.
now being the time to admit our minor
indiscretions, to snap party-hat elastic.