Alchemisland

Rows of vented tents, no Oxegen fest

Pressing, trying to get fent since twenty ten

Go where they’re deprived, on permanent Lent, act heavensent

First one’s free, a friendly lend

Next one’s hundreds, thousands then

Twenties full send, lighthouse family how we drove around the bend

Rolled tighter than a goose end

Endless bender but things do end

And when they do we’ve got mellower food

To fend off post-weekend blues

Tweaking, itchy wireblood

Full of rusty oil sump corruption, post-human moods.