John Forbes 1969

I rent a lot of sentences & buy a few
date-stamped to fade, like that book
we both agreed was true. The disco glitters
bombed on MDA not E, & you think
it really is still 1973? Puhleeze!
Close your eyes & see bad taste neon
calligraphy scribbled across the sky
brilliant kids take drugs & retire
or fake a giggling century via tickled
wit & Theory (thesis one: GET THE MONEY!
thesis's it) so innocent
so up to date, so wrong! Pencil in a blue
horizon, stolen from some fascist song, &
Yes, the world's Fay Wray & you're King Kong

Damaged Glamour : John Forbes 1988

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©: adapted by afactor Dated: 16 July 2001 Updated: 23 January 2007