Alchemisland

Glass shattering like lanterns shurikened sharkeye dark before ninja attack

Smashed like a brittle bone disease sufferer’s body

Fighting the heavyweight champion to illustrate quality

A hopeful moon, somewhere between opal and topaz

That last dab has my head spinning, Taz when mad

Rake-wielded crowbars smashing car windows open

Lash any loose cash, CDs or jackets into the swag satchel then dash

Open the latch, full of hope for a dope fix

Hit up the pawn shop pricks for brick cash

Get fixed and convalesce from poppy sick

Bic lighter the fire

The spoon the alembic

The taker the addict

The slaker the additive

With heat the peaty brown congeals, revealing symbiote black

Roll up my jacket sleeve, ensure the belt is tight to me

A symphony of pains rack me, the deceptive ease of use

Each time further from that peak, necessitating abuse.