Stuart Ross
Riot Act
My tail stretches for miles,
like jazz or an insincere handshake.
Please pass the oxygen.
The average citizen is a tender blur,
chest puffed across the landscape.
Life is really little. Explain your behaviour.
A beach passes through our system,
leaving invisible cleanser behind,
a reason to talk, to get lost,
to play on an ocean
on a day when a landscape
glances at real life.
How little is life? It’s best to stay
in bed, a familiar, tremendous environment,
a damp place. The frightened chicken
must question love before we can
sleep. We must sleep before
showing up for jury duty, and
the desert is pleasing, and
night always falls, but
it also suffers. Listen!
That sound is the suffering
of the desert.
There’s always something new
to see. Stand back, citizen!
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