Alchemisland

I’ve gone far coasting on disregarding remarks from those I mark daft

Deft nibbed I pen my sentence and bend a gavel, glimpses of glinting diamonds hinting perfection in between

The lines haunting my mind, a sense of dark divinity confined to doorless infinity

Increasing obscenity of my dreams begin questioning my sanity

All is vanity, all is vanity, all art propaganda

My freed banner windbattered flaps over me

My offerings smelter in the pagoda, leaves blow across a yard where the yoga

Practicers stretch and sweat, sages lotus in the lazaret surrounded by lapus lazuli

Bells knelling masses to a close, bells pealing in dome-ceilinged minarets, muslims kneeling in attendant prayer

All this I see, the yoga class like a diorama of miniature armatures

I feel like someone from Aardman, could reach down and tinker with arms, paint on dentures

All the trees, fields and benches are like Warhammer terrain pieces, not so much 40K

Hold my breath until my cheeks turn blue as a space marine, eating bedtime cheese chasing inspiration

Perspiration when I tell my tales

Publication unleashes zero sales

My wagging tongue a-waxing like a Moria drum balrogwaker, I am diamond-adjacent as many faces and facets, Virgo zircon’s tasteful cousin Jacinth

Keep minutes of meetings with increasing strangeness, educated amateur

Bedroom painted black in anger, vantablack panther

Anthem for doomed youth recital at the afters

Craft unveiled assailed by laughter fore aft and often, cloven one offers me a publishing deal

The zeal of his spiel unappealing, brimstone smell of him honking humming ponging, repeal

His right to appear here, he is not the one who had us peel the bad apple.