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