In the stickiness of the plastic rush

Jeff calls to Steve as the wife tapers

away to Target, Steve looking like an

apple in the stickiness of the plastic

rush rises to curb the wizard, Steve

is related to Mel Gibson by default,

he claims to be the third-cousin of

Mel’s ex-wife, Jeff nods like a rehab

patient whenever Steve begins like

rain around the ears. Unique as a

Saab comes Neil through the door,

he has a severe light & retires into

the magazine gloss, he likes Kanye

West’ philosophy & the sound that

metal makes in the sun. Nathan is

bristling up & ready for trimming,

he nods like a dashboard figurine

Nathan indulges in weather talk &

the minor colours of sunsets, he is

in the chair describing blue to Jeff,

Eddie is waiting for a text with one

foot hooked upon his knee reading

his selfies, Eddie has a fear of ceiling

fans & low quality Broadband areas,

with an inevitable film over his eyes

Eddie rises & Steve mingles outside

with a temporary gleam, Jeff stands

below the radio just for a moment

not to hear.