Alchemisland

Got a black bag fulla secondhands for the bric a brac

Bound for Oxfam, slung up on back Santa’s sack

Bricolage, rings from October barmbrack, Ballybrack commemorative plates, my old ‘RA balaclava

Chucky air law type palaver

Penguin classics, I bend down in my Asics, myopic won’t cop this but get low when you shop like you’re dropping it for Lil Jon 

Straight lines like I had an art degree, sweating like I’ve got an heart disease

My empty bag is soon full, spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down

Stocks replenished by a room clear out, all the gear:

James Bond collection, Jack London White Fang, Down And Out London and Paris, Day of the Jackal, Stella Maris by Cormac McCarthy

Boxes of books I’m a bollocks for, interesting array of titles on display

My bouncing balance hits the floor AIB balancing act, rate to interest rape

Some books cheap as chips you’d pay a lot for on the internet

Any remotely inclined toward my interests I buy, haul in my nets at day’s end

Taking bets on who gets the best stuff, locals get it on tick, kids chew at pink fluff on sticks

A thick quarry: crowd carry old blenders and coffee tables out to cars, kids linked arm in arm with parents, car door ajar to pack in a Jar Jar Binks cookie jar

In flux between someone else’s and my hooks, I stuck my beak in nooks for the lesser-read.