begin awkward-phrasing data crunch (your poetry feels too… equine).
inject a Strathmore liberality. travel by rail, fake ‘looking’,
then blame the ticketing system. flounder in the bus-
wet air, locate salvation in a mate’s boyish shouting,
a blossoming arc across Pitt Street. cross Pitt Street.
eat a sandwich. digest naught. order a schooner,
two, feel heady in speaking. smell the bouquet of
disorder in the spirits, fix this via imagination.
take a newspaper quiz, turn quizzical after an
insult. be cool, as if it was all planned.
dismiss a gallery viewing, bear a smoke on the 38 route
& tack on a grin. get nostalgic for your 2006 visit,
start associating the number 6 with fun. oh,
devolve a quayside unit & potted plants.
why not. initiate some circumstances, elegant wine
& soft cheeses open on the bench say. list this. say
you are listing this. itemise responses alongside
furniture. itemise pocketed lists. feign being in love
for the guests, we all know what pleases mums.
then command respect – extol invective
to the guy shouting ‘what?’ anyway.
let great films influence the way
you think. think of answers to problems.
disseminate bravado. light the grill with an
inefficient roll of the wrist, standing amidst
political observations. disgorge a photo
of the times. poke your plate with a knife,
remembering specific arses pressed to a window,
forgetting your drink. address the gathering
ill-preparedly & accept how well you’ve done.
take issue with the moon. apologise via sleep.