Allegro con brio
matt’s weary parked car artistry
means we will provide finance
and cooperate with authorities
air bags like pillows
billowing after a likely
share price crash
watch the sleepy bankers
crawl from the wreckage
with huge smiles
calmly burning chairs and invoices
just to stay warm

Andante con moto
meanwhile, stephan’s getting
booked for galloping through
the landscape of car advertisements
(forests, winding mountain roads,
beachside parks) aspirations
move in convection currents
gently warming souls
whilst vivaldi’s summer
crescendos in the background
as though chasing monthly sales
targets through a reversing camera

Scherzo. Allegro
clara’s still on message
her frantic hands replying to complaints
her rings clattering against the keyboard
she’s pasting crying face emojis
everywhere like votive candles
in a basilica and you figure the heat
will just make emissions targets
harder to hit so clicking keys must
keep clicking email signatures must
keep replicating with programmatic elegance:
‘Just because you can’t see the stars,
doesn’t mean they’re not there’

Allegro
finally jack calls the cleaners
says everything will be
dealt with says the leaves
on the office plants are laden
with corporate knowledge
the software design team can’t
hide says that even the aphids
crawling on the air conditioned
leaves should have seen this one coming:
fucking peoples’ fucking cars