new solipsism

as many of you know, on the twenty-fourth
of this eleventh month
my role as myself will be up for re-election.
i hereby pledge the following election promises:
to my lover, i promise to be forty-percent more sassy.
i will add a further fifteen minutes to
our weekly love-making time,
i will be twice as effective in quashing anxieties,
and i will be less abrasive in respects
to your sleeping habits.
to my cat i promise to begin a ‘pet revolution’,
to my neighbour i declare the beginning
of a ‘ladder of witty greetings’,
to my flatmates i will impose a zero-
tolerance approach to floating
poos left in the toilet bowl, and to
cat hair and loud noise and crumbs.
to my parents i promise thirty more
phonecalls per house per annum
and downward pressure on surliness and
childishness.

the poetics of liveliness

my review of the material poem has been published here at jacket magazine.