Alchemisland

Went from in the zone

To dipping my toe to crashlanding, again,

Without so much as a “Sorry” note.

What I’m writing’s better than ever before, exploratory, new forms,

And making more than two performing rabbits,

Who adore each other and are extremely attracted like opposing magnets,

During a storm stuck indoors.

It’s all going stupendously,

Letting everything change and influence me,

Picking up the lot like a dragnet

Dredging claggy bottoms for bodies, to put them at rest;

Cold hands clasped at breast, deck drenched again.

Black box recorder, this orb of torture – my brain, unfortunately,

Giving me orders, to order bigger portions and act more lordly.

Changing so much it’s an act of contortion,

In pain accordingly but that’s the price of affording

What phantom you desire most would be given form.