Cruel words flying
Fathers to sons lying
Birds flighting
Bards flyting
Photocopier light lightning
The roofs of the mighty
Scrapers of nimbus underbelly
Shapes, shoulders, of Olympus
Great boulder pushing business
Brand name Sisyphus
Logo designed by an ipsissimus
The machinery of epiphany is stolen from the streets
The wolves of mystery spin puzzlement among sheep
Hellscape ultimately
Before books are closed, he calls from his nook the numbercooker
Look over the numbers for anything I’ve missed
Logo a world flanked by a closing fist
How many mistresses, how many new Mrs surname, how many listless
Minutes spent listening in to laundry lists
Of his fiscal sins
They no longer binned the shredded documents, they are singed to cinders
By unpaid interns, scratch a back and get scratched in turn
Take this gat, whack a man, shake this hand to make a plan, your soul’ll burn
Worm turns like a bullet riding the rifling
Rifling through his top desk, only light the lightning, only mind on this one thing
Things of pride and prize in lines on shelves, Jurassic Park office plants
Wines imported from the south of france, cigars cured on the lips and hands
Of Abyssinian maids in Cuba or was it in Mount Abora
His plans contingent on the outcome of a card hand
He takes out a Thoth deck and bothers tomorrow about an advance, fans
Them on the desktop.
From his long hall the autarch summons his apprentice
Along long halls his ringing bell peals, stealing silence
Calls his servant
Look of worry, a mother watching her infant son scaling a wall
Pale as a ghost whale, angstridden Shelly Duvall in the Shining.
Alchemisland 
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