Alchemisland

I let fear pass, feeling the feeling in its time

Working my way to its faceaway side

Once behind move away to calmer mind

Pushing aside day’s trials, old warwounds smiling back to life

All swept to sightless quadrants rarely descried

Old crimes, mime routines practiced a while, forgotten lines

Movies I never tried making, it’s like an old tape crackling rewinding

A four track with music you made way back when you still gave a crap

I thought it would make me happy but it made me collapse

These days I wouldn’t even be capable of making that

We did it then without second glance, second thought

If I had the chance I could use my hands but I’m busy

Squandering all my talent on Lambton Worms of cannabis

Throw a hissy fit if I can’t smoke a spliff

What kind of masculinity is this, I’m a little bitch

Someone should hit me hard enough to give me stitches

For all my kith and kin have had to put up with.