Alchemisland

Your enemies must think you useful, they must think themselves close friends

You must always be in the state of remembrance, so deep you get the bends

Where a cardinal plots his zucchetto my bay fringe flops across my forehead like a common comma, like the sloping tattoo a tide slops on a golden bay

Geese trending eastward their occidental islets frigid at night and shaken by tidal violence

Safer on land in great colleges, in fields more’n a half mile in

Half-smiling I watched the barnacle geese arriving, mouthing fitting Yeats lines

If this land was a woman, you would war just to fix your mouth around a u-bend her turds chased through

She is that rarest chemical wedding, atop you bounds like a racing dog giving chase to coneens yet chaste through

Persons who know their oats have taken binding oaths, breached on penalty of death

Journalists found mutilated, slit penises to personality traits

Research notes on which demises were predicated balled then roughly shoved into mouths and anuses

Traders of lore made traitors by Trojan whores

Rate of everything bad increasing, crowds mock the nailbored wrists of Jesus.