tit for tat
happy, apparently, trailing a stubby finger
down the stripes of berts front like its scissors
hunting for a nipple
two can play but context is all –
would you like to come upstairs?
will bert always route his selfpity through
ironys lonely spacey levels? where are the tapestries?
a little inside trading later a little bubbly
in the bath & duckplay.
a damp hand on a soggy leg
cigars & seinfeld. theres got
to be less out there than this,
muppets who dont get to kiss, loaded, racking up timeshares
the metre running for joy.
plenty people broke their necks back then, & doctors werent just
911 away, ernie pockets one of berts
objets dart wishing his pockets bigger, better.
an ipod world, everyones got old favourites even if
they werent born when recorded, & cable golddigger
films structure all ernies thought,
he cant take his grin off.