Revolving Restaurant

By | 1 July 1999

Today I found a photo
of them—
he’d taken mum for
a big night out
the only time ever. . .
except for the Chinese
‘slap up’
in Gosford
some Friday nights
and there they are
sitting at a table
in ‘The Summit’
Seidler’s modernist cylinder
spinning towards a beige and glass future
through Mondrian grids
with his Elvis sideburns
and gravy-stained polyester
(he’d forgotten to use the napkin)
cufflinks heavy on the table
mum in her hairspray
and blue eyeshadow
framing so much
turning on itself
where Galileo may have uttered
“Eppur Si Muove”

This entry was posted in 05: UNTHEMED and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Related work:

  • No Related Posts Found

Comments are closed.