"...unclocked by the national eye..."
Relating much to the theme of the poem, this line represents freedom. The narrator wants to be "unclocked by the national eye" or not always watched after, instead wishing for complete freedom. The narrator struggles to accomplish his goal of not having anyone control or manipulate him, so he wants not to be part of a group, rather alone with those he loves.
"Imagine my love and I, our sundry others, Blair’d in the cash of our beeswax’d cars, our crash clothes, free..."
The narrator wants only to be free, shown again by this line. He is imagining him with his lover, enveloped in the riches of all that they have (which is actually quite little), doing everything that they want. He does not want to be like everyone else, materialistic with hunger for riches, instead quoting himself as being strong in the since that he does not give in, and will fight for this much wanted freedom.
