Alchemisland

Met this barrel’s maimed bottom,

Made my way back up to the top.

Like the spider, Miss Muffet,

Tuffet she sat on, all trouble resulting.

Botomania, blotto ain’t ya? I see you out there, skulking.

I ain’t your saviour, now get; I’m sulking, eyes sunken making

Arrangements, pot plants in plant pots for non-pot pot plants.

Flip flops and hot pants

On the arid decking half-cut dancing to Marilyn Manson.

Standing over the pool, water like a brumal blue jewel,

Reflecting God back at God,

And God is good so be good or be off;

Nipples missing consigned to the bog.

Non-stop popping, a pill gobbing prodigy,

Frequently nodding off on oxy.

Live in the wind so they can’t dox me,

No interview so they can’t hot seat.