Alchemisland

To my patience and good nature 

Work is a cheese grater

Make sure the spliff is ready when I’m home later

I’m out in nature, in amongst it

Early summer busy greenmarkering world walls, place of satyrs

Part but apart, not parcel, nature’s separator

A thin path for one abreast where two go, spacetheyateup

Moving the same direction side to side like space invaders

You can tell from attentive silence upon entry who is dictator

Kitchen is absolutely roasting, two hours boiling taters 

Bag off my back, it’s glad of that, throw it down like a touchdown

When full of wine I decline further drinking time and recline, climb 

Into my bed, it’s soft as shaved legs, my tracing fingers touch down

Something of you lingers in mist form, atmosphere adorned with your

Horned form, my mouth forms singer notes at your stinger’s entry

Only thing scarier than the prophets is your debt mass

I am scorning the church wearing James Joyce’s death mask 

Robbed Dublin’s Little Museum of itself, to get simply death ask

I was born in the storm’s calm and I am the white buffalo’s best calf

All these delicate soon-dead beauties, wound-eager breastplates

Form a line, pharmakos, you’re a fattened-up metcalf.