the machine of frozen delight:
tri coloured cubicals
of almost neon quicksand turn,
kept in constant almost frozen motion by
the rotor blade of Eternity-
it never stops, not even a pause…
the occasional rogue bubble
makes it’s way through the mass,
a random dark blop,
soon subsumed .
In the advert, an Icicle Man
leans against
strawberries the size of bulls.
He is licking a scarlet glob,
shiny as a traffic light
frozen on a stick.
a lividly sweet
red ball of deceit. facsimile, delusion-
a strawberries alter ego
or a mad geneticists dream?
my beautiful life 