Alchemisland

I’ve got racks and bands racks and bands

Livestrong bracelets outlive the land

After the nukes land

Whose hand shadowed the burgundy button

Land sliding to inhuman climes

Life cannot sustain, lung-raping acid rains

It’s only cockroaches and plastic bands from Athenry to Atlanta

Unmoving city full of noises, pie full of phantoms

When do we mark it as over?

They market ozone’s end as simply another potential of many ends

Today’s pimply teenagers will know humans aren’t special

Living miserably thin stretches of land unsunken, Ballard’s JungLondon

After those on the strand watching the oceans, who drank Atlantis

Floating like Séance participants above the salient, day of chaos.