Alchemisland

I kiss my fist before I swing to hit, hot as Ifrit’s imprints my indents

I am the night prince, everytime I hit print the cyan misses

Sion’s missiles arising like aureate beams upon the birth of Christ

Manger for a berth, saviour and lordling of all earth among mangy animals

Chortling currently at a curious ass, overlooking his manger

His rites to gentiles seem cannibalistic, worshipping a corpse on a stick

Drinking thick blood to induce commune, quick to eat flesh delicious

Unleavened bread from the levant

Ceaseless pressure on the levee, bevy of bilgewater grey and awful

Casts fat cobrahead shadow against the bay, reigning up like a bay at war

Or a wolf at Selene’s pouting lips baying primally

Raising up as an urchin his station changing

In the scribbling chambers of one Charles Dickens

Lately walking quickly instead of taking trains

We will never know the mystery of Edwin Drood

We will never know what rude sophistications

Were employed by the antients

In the raising of their Amberson-magnificent wonders

Amber like the sun honied spread across a heel of bread

As resins a stabbed trunk’s front

Climbing the pillars alchemist’s prized ivy

Hides all save scant slivers of kushite Ivory.

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World ship upbrided by sirens capsizes, spilling prizes to the sea

Sea assizing finds miserly much wanting dim mankind

Condemned to fates dire, in sedge lyres played at sunken Atlantis

Absolute chancer, more slay than Prancer, more ye the answer

Morphine the damper, chlorine in the attic from the fluorided Atlantic

Writing manic panic

Anticipating vanishment soon must vanquish such moods and have it out

Castellan banished outside the castle

Far from king’s favour, I have only pen and paper

Hidden by vapours, veins sporting vipers, eyes trained on you like snipers

Wesley Snipes how I am overtaxed and highly ranked in an Egyptian cult

I’m like an athlete with myriad pulled muscles

Sulking cannot hulk out anymore

Sullen sulcus inside my craw, a sucking succubus grasps my balls

I went from mall rat to all that

All racks, backpack like Iraqi roof gardens

Plants and fronds which soften the hardened

Black-hearted bard the artist

Wrists carved like a holiday bird

Risk hard, retard my scars with fresh burns.