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