Every breath wrestles phlegm before exiting
Having sword not will therewith to swing
Falling to lesser enemies, head full of magic beans
Dreaming beanstalks and Jack-stalking giants
Giants who smell Englishmen welcome in the IRA
With mad dogs and Anglo-Saxons in the sun’s final hours
Rays unafraid despite day’s shortening, brighter therefore in spite
Pale as pail’s innards face gazing at wizard’s visage, death awaiting.
Promising myself turnaround soon
Gloom sticky ceaseless
Horsehair garb immovable
Shelled chickens counted, horsebeforecarted
Pray pray a climax, ending soon lending sinecure
Cursing at the moon’s scooped face, like ravaged ice cream
Stuffed into teartouched lips, savaged by heartlessness.
I am and make my art, yet some cogent part first must depart
Abhorring comportment, spurning commandment, art’s lancet
Will strike like a true knight’s lance at jousting only when my veil lifts
When smoke as from a levelled city drifts about my sitting room
Flitting like linnets in the squint-inducing womb of day
I am the whore compartment of a holy mind
I am the tortured flank of the sin-eater, blind
To pain by pain.
Courage failing at tourney ground
Travelling backward through time
Cutting tomorrow’s oak’s inchoate sprig
I Spring-eating Winterdemon
Ruined Priam sacked Illium, striking short at Greeks
Light light light light light light light
Diurnal blood yearning forth despite clouds in woolen chaos
Golden flooding down a urinal back
Rage alone sustains me day to day
My greying eyes blanche sights of delight, sapping beholder
Staying in the same place growing older
I am resined, gaoled in orbed amber
Mosquito in tree sap, poked at like a lab rat basted in L’Oréal
My wrist blessed with green dextrous and testing
Pretending I am interested, pretending I am interesting
Dealers popping Alize on my interest.
Alchemisland 
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