Alchemisland

My eyes glaze over like windscreens on Ganymede

A vast cave, tight nicking the sides, full of evil seeds

Cold crystals in my eyelids like diamonds on a spiderleg

Highway hawks above it all

Talons clasping camera’s hood

Sickly night light flushed

Big kinky bruised arse of evening

Lunar albinism of bright black clouds

A feeling nothing matters but does, godless calvinism

Craft fast past brush

All around the city like an aura

Phlegethon of roads.

Past oral scene: bush she blew me in, green fields thereabout

Taking hairpins at ninety the angle’s masonic

Police cars at one twelve, in handcuffs, “moronic”