while the bubble still glistens like a weekend away

and each year of the nineties sits on the calendar

in front of you like a fat promise

and both your parents are alive and around the corner

and in the papers and the magazines and on the weather

the threat of nuclear annihilation has subsided

to the point you can start buying garden furniture

and speaking candidly to your doctor about sex

drive west to the fuchsia and the holiday homes

where on hot late nights you are implored

by friends and strangers alike to sing and sing and sing

because the icecaps are melting

and xtravision despite its robust complexion

will liquidate its stock and eventually cease trading