Questions of Importunity

You searched through my poets
from Sappho through to Auden
I saw the book fall from your hands
as you slowly died of boredom

I feel tired. I'm exhausted. I'm a scientist.



Live it out, walk off the differences and believe for a few minutes. Don't care what it might mean for your dignity. Five months and nevermind. Treat the past like the sterile, dead thing it is. Wake up.

Embrace empty-hearted appeasement, leave be. Cancel subscriptions and take your coffee black. Don't wait until 4 July to shoot your rockets off.

Swine flu, and the increasing meaninglessness of fear. I just want to thank you for going insane.

Encode the difference in how you hold your cigarette. A little less expectation. A little more fancy free, a little more fanatic fantasy. A little more alliterative alteration; memory becomes narrative, memory narrative, and the world gets a little smaller.