Alchemisland

Disgraced myself publicly

The publican disgusted with me

My family, as if I’d died, in grief

Would be, if I’d told them, I’d keep

This particular misadventure close to my cheek

For my dishonour I receive immediate rustication

Telling friends and family it’s a long vacation 

Reflection about my vocation 

Can’t get you from the station

It’s not holiday season, Benjamin

Make your own way in

Key beneath the mat outside the kitchen

Let yourself in

Miss her wonderful arches

Miss the ghost of Tolkien

Miss the general stiffness 

Stick up arseness 

Elders in chargeness

Stodgy immovable pudgy man child starchyness

I miss Oxford so much

I binge watch Inspector Morse, have three lunches

Mam remembers what I liked from primary epochs, all money on sweet shops

Whole fridge dairylea dunkers and munch bunches.