Alchemisland

Wind howling like Fenrir unshackled

There’s no going back and I’m never going back

Packing a coner so much it hardly smokes, never gonna lack

That much I know.

Count my bucks that way I know

How much I sold

After the afterglow, when the ‘you have to gos’ are going home

Glozing through the olden gloam

The clouded moon glowing like a refugee’s sock-stuffed jewel

Renewal, new effusions of night fuels

Cold-souled solutions. Beholders bedded down on old brown couches

Unoffed tellies shedding black market daytime out of uncouched lounges

Often around lousy scroungers to sell out my loud

They’ve been inside green clouds since playground days

Bygones only bygones until you’re sighted

Me in my best sliding Nikes, my sidewinder eyes.