Alchemisland

Tan dubes, bootcut jeans from Dunnes, in N64 blue

Was “when I’m”, now it’s “then I was 64”, dude

Skin saggy, cracked and lined

Still able to crack a laugh, drop a good line at an opportune time

Cracking a can, barely shift hear cracking in the hands

Looking back, Lot’s wife backglanced got salted in answer

You can’t see the blood on my hands

I’m the last one left, like a point still standing once the debate against rests

Looking back, no debate: this life deserved earlier taking,

A life hardly worth the electric and divine fire involved in its making.