Alchemisland

He gave me no choice 

I’m having a straightener with James Joyce

He wrote Ulysses but he’s useless in the ring 

Bad knees, a breeze has him dancing reels 

Ineluctable modality of the visible is tested when I get physical, shots I drilled send him spilling over a table

Half the man Leopold Bloom is, have him on the ropes but he’s slippy as lemon soap

If he spent less time smelling Nora’s farts 

And more hard time in the training yard 

We could have gone ages but it didn’t go past 

The first stanza before he was passed out.

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Way I bust his face 

Hope he’s not getting his artist’s portrait done today 

Needs a few hour with an icepack in the martello tower

Easily overpower the jejune jesuit, toss him across the room

Beat him nearly but not beastly dead 

Another round or two he’ll be in Glasnevin yet 

He’d only have a chance if we’d done one round hammering and another round Hamlet 

Type to pull a hamstring making an omelette 

They charged him obscenity but I’ve had large portions of Hennessey and Grenadine which I call a Hessian Hand Grenade 

I’m shambling like Grendel, drunk as Behan, I change his jaw and he scrutinises the ceiling 

Most of his work requires rereading

The hole he likes is not for breeding

He found autobiographical notes in Shakespeare plays 

I’ve got mean hooks and one-twos for days, beatthecrapoutofhim pokes

Jab, he looks like something from a lab 

I outwit the pun priest with one hitter quitters, down sit the outwithit

Agenbite of inwit pin prick accurate

My quickpunch nonecandip 

Outfit him with abrasions and stitches

He is in the writer’s museum, has many obsessed

A genius who was penniless, self-exiled in Trieste

That doesn’t stop me battering him in Slattery’s then kingkongdrumming on my chest

Poorbloke paleoak pornbooksmut

Opponenttoast tippedmyhost closedbook

Zappedy babtle tindzle zar akadi shadliash knvar

Necklash mrusbgosn hayikji joishl iknwavarnar 

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