Alchemisland

I kept saying to myself, by way of justification,

As if to say, in the long view, as God sees it:

This is a phase

Period concludes it like dying when you’re 12

This’ll end naturally, like the Planet

Surely dopesmoking, getting high’ll, get boring, I’ll find something else

Nothing specific, nothing formally planned, but I’ll try

My sobriety flighty, rare as a licentious panda

Veranda bong rip marks a good morning

Lighter sparks and I’m kite high without warning, skybound

She’s around after four

Bored and bedbound due to intense storms

I’m wound up so I’m drowning voices out with loud sounds.