magic stars
incarcerate me in the building site
a lemon flavoured time-capsule
unappetising
still exciting
kind of
I sit in this arm-chair for so long I become upholstery
retro n mellow
so fashionably nondescript
so not worth the inheritance tax
you kept me in a tank of water I became aquatic I won you an Oscar
(unicycle home)
drowning in my own sweat
stuck in all this gold lycra
alchemist’s old-school fantasy
real-life sex robot here to cancel your intimacy
programmed petty n duplicitous
you glow up
perfectly proportioned
I hurtle into
nightmare-self-actualisation
all day in the casino
someone is winning
someone is losing
