our rock music might be shit

but we invented the 21st century

out of our favoured delusions.
          mid-thirties &

the weekend’s dopamine

costs more than the coke.
we are the shrinkage

& our favourite movies don’t come true,

instead we tune the last analogue radio 
to other people’s music:

                              it was what we wanted

when we wanted it.
our phrasing follows the degradation of the space bar.

                    in boom i asked where is my jetpack?
the seller’s already marked it posted

but daily the posty just brings junk.