Planet Steroid
Another mission.
I am fat with alien juices.
I wake at four am. Repeating
conversations in my head.
Lolly cobble bliss bombs
flow through my veins.
If my actions seem transparent
it’s the serpent’s eye cap I wear.
Hang me up from the whelk
at the back of my neck.
Tease me into tracing the
hard consonants of my words.
Watch me moonwalk
across the kitchen tiles, waiting for the
slow trickle of tiny white spaceships
in my hand to fade away.