Greased pig of our love
Ungraspable
Slips away, slides from my hands
My palms slickened fail to grasp
The porcine package during its fast pass
Passage one of action
Perhaps I could have was I masterful
If my grip strength was greater
If I had great big mandibles
Our love damaging radiation
Leaking into the bay
At night, the creek glows dismayingly
Record heat for May and beaches closed
People stuck, peeling from leather seats
They set on without clothes
Looking like mouldy peaches
The young grow old
The old pass over, gladly going
Scouts’ rad readers sounding off
Closer to camp than ever before
Earth from Heaven divorced
Light-hungry angels in force
Haunting old factories in search of working forges
Like alchemical seekers, in search of the source
Searching for solace, the populace resort to sacrifice, to prophets
A month since the grid dropped
A tophet in the town centre
Surrounded by rotten, flyblown, burnt bone
Our love a covered up chemical leak
Alchemisland 
Leave a comment