Alchemisland

Ground down the green like shit alchemy sinks between the skins

What I put in for my mind like a Mills’ pulled pin, slowed the worldspin

Accedes to favoured pace

Green fixed and skins licked and pasted like a clinker built ship sailing a basin

Abasing myself at the altar of puns, whatever is rolled up at split end gets bunned

Sprinkling a cigarette into my zig zag lazaret, forgetmenots beautiful in blue when in bloom

But my thoughts are wont to lose themselves, oubliettes oops I forgets

What of me is Mercury, fleet and fast to fix course, is caged. Peculiarly pecuniary 

How piff is proffered, profits for pop’s worst propping up the shadow markets

Mark it down as the tenth of the day and it’s not even six

I’ve spent coins I need to get across the river Styx

Charon a rule stickler sticks his oars to muddy shore and stays fixed

Bricks fixed with bitumen stem the coming brine but nothing I try shields my lungs from inhalant crime

Reason rhyme digresses, no points for guesses; those green grasses which violent vapours vivify

Sludge I behold solified by the mind’s retiring, antennae like old antlers collapse

I am both dead and alive, like the once-reported-extinct Coelacanth

Lacking energy my shoulders sag and I’ve never looked or sounded older

Excited to get a bag, same thrill every time, this Tuesday I told her

Smoke rises recalling shelled shacks where Ayatollah’s loyalists met death and shellshock

What silences Always Dog’s barking, Winston’s bath disruption, door-clawing Black Shuck.