I understand the situation babe
I hang around here to help this poem
keep its head above the churning waters
still feeling all the reverberations
from the first time I entered us & slid
my fingers through your wings & shuddering
find it hard to keep my concentration
when all the little details don’t add up
to even the sum of their parts I can’t
envisage an enduring logo or
leading intellectual abstraction poised
above the crumbling gates of our theme park
I love to see you walking through the world
between fast-food outlets & substantives
nearly dislocated from our hunger
for life & upgraded definitions
of what it will have been to vivify
the only mornings afternoons & nights
provided to the living for some months
spent staring through a range of open doors