Alchemisland

Quad six shave a six, walking down pilgrimage

Soot black flag to which my loyalties fixed

From burning rivers I draw my waters

Rites in a cave until someone caught us

Ritually slaughtering members of dawn chorus

We floored it, devil and lawmen in hot pursuit

Give them the boot to lick, my loot glints through the gear bag, it’s in the gearbox

Better hidden than the grail, no frail Ethiopian could hope to repel our assailing him

Set sail more than could fill a stadium, nothing stayed them neither storm nor wave

Until they stormed faraway sands and reaved mayhem, babies impaled on staves

Bellies of buzzards made dismal graves for decent sorts, a violent sortie reddens waves

Waves of vile scions raised on violence in dark long silence in caves descending dunes

One name on their lips, blood drips from their nails, the name writ large on yon grail

Myriad assailants do my bidding, they are hellbent on the grail’s capture, and hellsent

I’ve got Pulp Fiction luggage, lugging a man’s essential essence around

No matter how often my ship agrounds I return where waves rebound

Wet my soles where others drown

And I send souls far underground

Essenes bury their dog king but Brooklyn they eat cats to train the dog ring

No earmuffs on but ears are burning, feel worms turning, someone’s talking

Circles I’m salting, demons exalting, glyphs on the wood of origins uncertain