Alchemisland

You’ve been framed

Did it but you took the blame

They found your prints where we left them down, been searching since

They were led downtown and we left when they came

Southside the Seine sitting outside smoke-testing my pen 

Tower shadow like a pin point-up

Out of shadows crawling out, pin-out pulling up

I’m hitting the pen, growing dependent 

Lucky penny I won’t end up doing twenty in the pen.