Alchemisland

So much gore

Displacement

Skyscraper tips buried like basements

Beneath glowing sediments 

On thin sand wedges the crowded dregs mark what’s left 

This place meant so much to me

Someone reddens his cheek, be meek to speak

Suchlike, there is no more room for sentiment

Rendering of all unsettled scores

A beginningless ending 

Such has never been before 

More to come in the future

Should have listened to Al Gore 

We’ll be on the ocean floor 

With Atlantean halls, adamantium hulls

Bad luck to kill a gull 

It came down like a light pull

Pulled at night, a scoundrel light skiddering 

Across mapless oblivion

Raised the rooster before his time

Grazed snow-glazed rooftops where no man can climb

The earth’s rind is it’s fore and hind places, those rimed 

At its line of dreadful straightness reduced to slime 

And slush, the water level rushes up

Leaders panic, soon Russian’s dust 

Warheads do what Napoleon couldn’t

In an hour reduce to rubble 

Those ruby roofed orthodox churches, how many rubles

It took to roof them, cloister their true bells

Last Spring’s lot were the last of bluebells

Lot’s city the whole world

The road diverts, splits thrine 

Mud curled into shallow bluff-cased canyons by the passage of millions on like errands 

Hands he holds out, like a healer in stance

In trance before his class, in God’s manse

He awaits revelation, his pupil’s pupil 

In stupor, dark as Hellebore his farsight 

He cannot wave his wand 

Not a notion which his land

Yon, yonderwhere it is hard to spy 

Anything at all of substance, the eye 

As behind a tall hat in theatre aisles

Can divine little, so his review is a lie 

One way oak, one way pine

One way loud, another silent

Fed up with idling he chooses violently

Storming down the fork to the right 

Hope la derecha is the right direction.

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Below the hapless, envious of the early dead, try on  

Gas masks for size 

Unnatural shade at high day 

The cats were delighted

Rain fell orange paint 

The atmosphere ignited.