Alchemisland

Pies all mine, lord of rhymes

And this writing’s all time

Writing all the time

Ink like navy snail slime spiral climbing a schizophrenic ladder

I’m clad in just a warm leatherette and your promise claddagh

You can call me dadda, I’m a mad bad dangerous to know Dada artist

Cracking and frying eggs on the road in front of the Shard, it’s only March

Glaciers melting make the west into a subaqueous marshland

Gimme a hand taking over the planet, my scribbles no equivalent

My liquid unstill in the alembic, my peerless quill quick to cut down.