Alchemisland

Lost my first fight 

Fists flying 

Mouthpiece biting 

Real fighting 

One must die, me that night 

Fell as from a height

Closer sight of the Modelo logo 

Mandela effect in loom fruit logo 

Don’t you guys remember a Cornucopia

Only I could cope with amounts this copious

No shutters, busier than the gold rush

Pushing to get in, rushing out 

Mushing dogs to where rivers glint

Men delivered, men of sin 

Men with rifles and wineskins

Men on divine missions, pilgrims

Men in remission from philandering 

Hoping to stake their claim, try their hand 

It is a barren, unforgiving land you limp to

I’m salt, often in a pinch

I’m salt, in a ritual ring

I’m salt, assaultive to a Djinn

I’m salt, looking back forbidden

Words coming out, pen has no lid

First Officer how I’m always on the bridge 

On the brink of getting over it 

Before some new insult comes in

Long suffering.