Alchemisland

You’re back and everything I lacked in your absence snaps back like a bent twig

Or a thumb-racked elastic band

Captain Beefheart’s Magic Band wrote my backing track, penned my heart song

Dying is quick and the living’s long, my heart is quickening like a marching throng 

Whistling Martian songs conquering shellfalls approaching the battle of the Somme

Room full of vexing vapours and I purposely do not put my gas mask on

Others gas masks don but I am immune to it before long

In my mind I appear collected

To everyone else I’m clearly monged, eyes flecked red