hypertrophy

a word to the wise left you breathing, stunned

& localised, the settings controlled, no, contrived

to achieve exactly this, the spaces flooded like muscle

or memory, once accessed, never settled, the ongoing

negotiations & blue sky revisionism your heart

collates, then collates again. his visage, ravaged?

if you say so. & what’s to stop you? a faint sense

of impropriety? here in anachronismland the rides

only stop for accidents, a flexible approach to

maintenance. time to don your other hat? & you do,

spraying language. several broken dictionaries,

drinking heavily. 9:25 am in the franchise centre, but

capital won’t wait for the late shift. babies return you

to the corporeal & you fight it privately. don’t mope –

homeopath to the stars might not fit on your business

card, lost in the aether somewhere near yamate dori, but

there’s time enough for regret, to act the buffoon. almost

everything’s optional & you tick over, presuperannuated,

postrelevant, arms full of consumer credit. to market,

to market, you are a fat pig.