How would you like to be two places
at once? To exist simultaneously, say,
at two points on the vector of a life?
What do you call a person who never
gets bored with themself? Ease over
into the nonsensical and say that again.
Warble it. What, no utterances what
soever? Now we’re talking. The subject
at hand was very handsy. We should
all be so lucky. Elvis Costello singing
“Every day. Every day. Every day I
write the book.” Those charges were
pre-nuptial, which says nothing of
their relevance now, nor ever. He’s
in such hot water that he’s hopscotching
to Lollipop. Insert finger in mouth and
wait for the appropriate time to flip out
your POP! The tarts at the top of the
charts, these days. Whatever age it is
when we begin to think such ridiculous
things. So what if it has a good beat
and you can dance to it? That’s when
I reach my limit. The gimmick, he
supposes, is not so very complicated.
