Desperate

I Can't Believe it's Not a Dream
But a dream-like facsimile
A chemical simulacrum unlike the special brain juice
This is powder juice.

A crystal glass a
Metal rod
This is Potemkin's stagecoach or
A funhouse mirror hall

But

These are not my gentle curves
Smooth like clouds
These are the dull rigidity of fake tits
And this warmth isn't the sun
It's radiation

My dreams were not deferred
But

Outsourced