Alchemisland

New year and, said sighing, new me; what timing!

Hair trigger like, fucking try me

Some lusts you cannot stymie

Kicked the habit but earned a stubborn want for all time

I kick my queer green steed into gear

The sky feels near so I skewer it; it’s bleeding

Out in the storm, raging like a Lear

Howling “Cruel fates and Djinn deceivers leave me!”

They say it’s not addictive; it is, believe me

Speaking as one cruelly beleafed

I was coughing until I creased

My wife thought I was leaving

A soon-bereaved Aoife, pleading gach oíche

For me to go and get a health screening

She was halfway to phoning a priest

I saw it as scheming but in the end it was needed

This war needed winning or a bulletproof treaty

Before my life became short as a 2014 tweet

I was a known cavorter, legalise it supporter

I was a drug porter – that life’s pleasures so often misreported

I wasn’t keeping score but going sobes is my last resort.