Skip the first as we must. Let’s begin to believe
the unbelievable. Like a night in the tropics but
drug-fuelled with realism and the best bits to
come still liquid in the pipeline. You keep
asking why and I try but just can’t tell you.
Whatever the inconvenience say goodbye – as
and when – to the chatter of engines. Think
paradise in a packet or dream of Whitehall
with its by-tomorrow redactions and fad for
musical chairs. I’m thinking how delicious is
the fruit how stale was the committee. Say hi
to the next new intelligence arresting the mind.
Illustration Nick Victor