Alchemisland

Stoned all day, drugs numb pain

Strings of numbers on a page

My life in some strange way

Indeed, these are strange days

I envy the lonely

I am the outcast in every room

Even those I love are acid rubs to my public heart

Longing subterfuge, I hug streetlight refuge

Night’s refugee, denied sentiment rises higher despite confinement

Conflagrations write violent runes, lines of room-ruining pyre, consuming

Confusing consummation, hirsute fiendhinds on solstice day

Bade to the megalith by ancient words, thus spake a sage

By these incantations are demonic hosts made abeyant

To the caster’s will, pearls glinting before bastard swill.