Alchemisland

Going pale 

Face a grey alien’s

Always outspoken 

Hallways smokeful 

Always out toking in backlanes 

Bad draft, lighter flame straining 

To stay awake in winds xanax strength 

Perchance to dream I never dream 

I always sleep but kief dulls reverie 

At least memory thereof 

I spend my everypenny on a trackie from Elverys 

Shouting hippie at bellbottomed teens

Still giving the popo grief, chasing me 

Through leafy suburban streets 

I run like a streaker

Lightstreak fast 

Sneakers and jeans 

Lapped them clean

Not as keen after

Hanging out on street corners

Ever though I’m now 33 

I’m stalling over, make a warm chair warmer

Falling to them often I’ve scuffed both knees

Killing behind the curtain 

Can’t say who for certain 

Blood soaking through a white shirtfront 

Texted warnings, don’t let me see you cunt

Bumped me, spill beer down my front

Shove earns a punch, punch lose you blood

Punch with no Judy, like it’s my duty 

No more mask on, finished with Kabuki

Tired of punching I get the boot in.