Alchemisland

Went from Neil Young, needle and damage done

To Young Neil, cock-shaped rocket space-flung

Kids saying 6-7, I’m saying similar but with a middle six

And another at the end, fingertips of groaning souls grasp my boat end

Causing us to list, upended my life into the Styx

Nothing sticks, even my shitty Stick N Pokes fade like ancient blacks

Tithes and taxes, dying then coming back, background figures

A sense of imminent disaster

Black car, carnation pinned to my heart

Family saddened, the tragedy is the art

Sad at my role but glad to play a part

Years we were apart but I never forgot those happy days, childhood play.