Alchemisland

Bad dreams real seeming 

Make me think I’m mad

Tossing and turning thinking of

Glossy brooches

Banked fish choking 

Empires of cockroaches

So many you can’t see the floor beneath 

Clogging mucous, like a fatberg in a sewer

Sweating though my sheets

Afraid I’m soon deceased 

Did I inherit this disease 

Or catch it at the feast?

Fleas, lice and decreasing size

Nights that last a season

My fasting body blasted 

With vampire hungers for weed

Pain without delay, without reason 

Hope you couldn’t hold with a tweezers

In my deathbed, like a Caesar

Wheezing, surrounded by weeping 

All the wronged ghosts teasing 

There’s no stopping 

But there’s weaning off

Prices always increasing

And it’s the season of 

The witch, of malfeasance 

What I saw and see none believe me 

Black oil spitting out of where you cleaved me 

Flowing enough to fill 

Five rivers dissecting Eden 

Genuflecting before evil this evening 

My bidden soul to cure what ails me 

Lately pale and lately frail 

Dainty, breakable, white as the pail’s 

Nectar, my sails downed forever 

My sailors drowned, wave collected 

It’s all connected 

But when it’s time to write it down 

I cannot recollect it.