David Copperfield

I saw what I did not think I see
I felt what I did not want to be emotional about
I lusted after a failed school girl
And effortlessly fell into the trap of the Vegas millionaires.

Stay aware and be wary of the elephant walking down the glitzy path
Laughing at your youthful alliance with knowledge, nature and glamour.
Then the mystery of the Almighty will befall better things tomorrow
When you see the mirror of your mind tell your secrets.

He tried that kind of crap: Making the pyramids disappear from the historian’s view
Nothing left in the lifeless motel for me and the bird I’m nobbing:
Something to fill the time between the desperate playlists on the radio
And the used car salesmen I still respect for his human endeavour.

Why can’t I consort?
What can I accomplish?
Where are my nuclear thoughts?
Who’s that girl…
?

Masters of deception and the inflection of lonely erections
Hard up for the mothballs in the wives’ cupboards
Sceptical skeletons making elliptical gestures in the ghostly realm
Disappearing statues and eating well afterwards down the formal dinner table
Suits and terrible things in the evening waltz with Sabrina’s affairs
Nothing for me until I dance until the end of love
And finish with a finale at the universe’s end
For the masters and servants ruling Commanders and British people:
A beige suit a day keeps The Milky Bar Kid away.
One day you will track lions again
When the brain is not the doer.
One day you will poo well again,
When the laughter is not a cow mooer.

AI Summary

It’s a poem about seeing too much — about confronting desire, disappointment, illusion, and the strange circus of masculinity that surrounds you, from Vegas fantasies to disappearing pyramids, from used‑car dealers to magicians, from lonely questions to comic self‑mockery; the speaker feels trapped between lust and guilt, spectacle and emptiness, ambition and self‑loathing, watching the world’s deceptions mirror his own inner ones, until the poem dissolves into a surreal mix of sexual frustration, spiritual exhaustion, and absurd humour, ending with the sense that the body, the mind, and the world are all misfiring at once, yet still trying to dance, laugh, and survive.