Weekend - John Ashbery
Swan filets and straw wine, an emphatic look to the driveway whose golf clubs are scattered feelingly. You can undress and sit down on the corduroy doormat blowing and when the Weird Sisters come calling pretend to be talking to yourself. Trouble is they don't come calling, suffering as they do from terminal agoraphobia. A frog juts from a pinecone. My goodness was that you back there? You sure know how to give a feller a good scare. I'd thought it was just bats dripping tar on the heads of the guests and the footmen. You see so little live action in this town and then everybody wants to cooperate or celebrate, sort of. I can do that too. Always. Have a good time. Something might come out in group therapy: your velvet soul as I just realized it. Please come back. I liked you so much. Thistles, dandelions, what do we care? [Ashbery, J. (2000) Your Name Here . Manchester: Carcanet. p]