The roses are so beautiful today

and what a beautiful swing in shares

Rubber-feet Father hopes to set foot on another planet

and above all, he’s buying.
Air-bodied women passing
carried by the hot currents of the motorway –
Father with rubber organs whistles at them
and above all he’s buying, he’s buying –
whilst the elastic kangaroos of melancholy bounce on his back
Father with rubber arteries would be willing
to let himself be cryogenically frozen for a few centuries,
if only the rubber angels wouldn’t watch him in
the rear view mirror.