Alchemisland

I scrape Keef dust out the rim with a red Bic pen lid

My heart rhythm is an angst drum with jazz rhythm

Arrhythmia in five four collision

Wreck of Hesperus shoulder off M6

Twenty third exit, alight for River Styx

I ground the bricks to finer bits

Keef is all the dust from it

Many strains mix in the dish

Green alchemy my foliate admix 

Mimics in quantity pick n mix

In the bag of a fat kid

My magics halt a picatrix

Puka bolt from night paddocks

Murder in Dublin, I’m Cassie Maddox

Dust sparks, spits a seething flame

Massaging my cheeks like teething pain

Ten times more smoke in the pan

Gutters off it, glides like Peter Pan

Haunts my stilted ceiling fan

On it now room wobbly as a shook flan

I saw cloven hooves when shook man’s hands, eyesore I saw it all 

Seen it all before

Many headed dragon

Ferrying Babylon’s whore

Affixed to one spot on the wall trying to manifest clicks

Fewer clicks than a busted click ticker 

More beans flicked, cheeks flushed clit licker.