Trojan
Square
James Charlton
Someone else lives here. This familiar
environment with its co-ordinated
fittings is not mine. Sneaking in
undercover I try to conceal myself
– blend in with the wallpaper,
match the carpet, tread only where
others have. I am not hiding though-
you know I am here. I want you to
know.
The silver clouds hover overhead.
You would see yourself distorted
in the reflection were you not obscured
by the aesthetic of authorship.
Squares within squares.
These are inflated forms –
hollow bags that were you to sit
on them, would let you down. They
are inflated with the branding that
gives substance to image. The appearance
of form is to just satisfy your
expectations, to match your décor
nothing more.
In the privacy of your living room
don’t forget me. I am responsible
for your taste.
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