Alchemisland

Most go to Oz like colony convicts

Conflicts at home send them on wings wanderings

Every country needs bar people, know Irishman know drinks

Eventually convince someone to like you, bottle her like Brinks

Even when half the men are gone I can’t get her number in

They wonder why I’m not gone too, slumbering or lacking ambition, lumbering 

Through life, what I afford dictated by dole price

I want to hear you thundering in boots across the quiet hallways of my life

Bring sound to the empty wings, concert for dust on a hundred strings

You are the new sun, long-promised daylight

Every day is delight

Any delay to seeing you, however slight, maddens like a wolf at night, matins like a wolf at night

Prodigal madrigals I sing you, all the girls I’ve been through and not a single one compared to you

There’s only one but my mystic maths

Swerves this world to unlikely paths.