Alchemisland

Day of punitive length’s welcome end

Collapsing spent, unit’s strength well tested

Day of punitive length’s welcome end

Western temperatures, no appetite for spaghetti

The good, the bad, and the sweaty.

In wet Ireland, we’ve not kept up with these Serengeti temperatures

Rare celsius, rare grammar no Kelsey

Green diet no kelp feed

Hell helps me

Window rolled down head between

Painted stripes and wild dome

Every road heads home

If you’re homeless

Or a Roman.

Roaming, holding hands smoking bones in the gloam

Took every prize home, because I bought every token