Alchemisland

Sock drawers stocking more rocks than Dorset

Move like a boxer if the task’s enforcement

Hot as red dot topped faucets

Pinky out snout up drinking tea with saucers

My worries are an aborted child 

Won’t arrive, soon or anytime.

In the wild of night hear loud crying 

From down the hall, something calling 

Pitter patter sounds something crawling 

Up the walls

I’m drowning in sweat 

Trying to recall my doctor’s digits, calling

Downing double the recommended dose, temperature falling

Scriptless prescription swallowed in fitful fistfuls

I’m not fit for this, it’s the pits

Spooky shit gives me fits, pisstake 

Terrified double taking, leaving piss stains

Sleep comes to me as it does to one living beside a busy drummer

My dangling arm finally falls.