Alchemisland

Glugging, trying to drown out the plugging and slugging

Memories that feel exactly like the experience come flooding all of a sudden

I’m done like a steaming plum pudding, take me out

What do I press to tap?

Bugzap myself with a whole gram, most can’t hold that; Atlas for example

He got old, those once ample shoulders finally gave, Earth tipped over

Poles, one or both, his grave, icy chains and confination

His eternal resting place a glacier I have with time grown jealous of

This world so vapid and cruel, so starved of thrill, lacking all mettle,

That we regret having not been killed 

When we hear that police have apprehended the shooter

Computer’s blue light icy, minty, illumines the room.