Alchemisland

I was walking through the garden

Frost had the ground hardened

Late Winter delayed starting

Pondering my life’s constant stop starting, up down all around

What Vasari would hardly term an artist

I am quick to criticize but the back is mine where the scourge hits hardest

Tired of being Trial’s favourite target

Devising cunning ways to penetrate the market as a Johnny Come Lately

A half moon loomed into view like a half-chewed Babybel

The best of it shaved away

The least of it I can pray away

But the louder voices quiet only to smoke grenades

Blazing, concentrating on earlier days

I must have smoked acres since ‘08

Bad at rolling like a downhill square

So this one’s dainty, bong a lot but cough’s back lately.