3 October 2004
boys will be
shopping cart fragments voices and apertures of sky
zips eye crutches line markings poles with lights
rise high over supermarket carparks they’re a blur
in unresolved video where people wear tracksuits
beanies army fatigues there has not been a bandana here
since 1983
don’t be surprised when nothing happens except
car boot lids open and close a
symphony in innumerable movements in each
the hinges of a jaw move smooth
and the revelation of contents random detritus
(each with its own history) tracked by satellite
as the cars
go home to unload
somewhere near
the dum dum dum
of a club on wheels
prowls