Alchemisland

Box of chips from Apriles let drop

Making karate chop hyah sounds when he throws a shot 

Know by his dark black socks and fast feet that it’s the boxing priest  

Asking what’s the point like a man whose never seen a spear before

I whisper the answer into Van Gogh’s severed ear 

I’m entering my severest era 

Seventh son energy, Limitless pills for breakfast 

Climbing Everest, helping Jews back from exodus

Fighting duels with the best of them, Barry Lyndon step checked.