Alchemisland

Burning one

Blunt or the sun

All someone’s son

Spilled his rum

Captain Morgans

Oh Captain My Captain

Clapped him, no clapping

Humour’s mordant

Humors imbalanced

Mediaeval physicians in superposition around my bed

Leeches, them some hungry bitches

Served my blood as a dish then I dash, hitching up my britches

Stitch in time saves nine but nothing’ll save your life, mine

Eyes coloured haft of a viking’s axe after

He cut a man in half, gashes fore and aft

Strap a forehead with a scarlet sash like a lash bit it

In the kitchen day’s fifth coffee

Talking about deals in green grammar puzzle a cockney

Hocking lugies, wondering who I have to shootie

To get a pool like a Hockney

I’m Vorhees dressed for hockey, death’s doctor 

Shot the ground, opps were like IPAs mad hoppy

Doing hopscotch to avoid translating to a body, painting the yard with gore

Full fathoms five, two paces vile earth your climes

Vile bodies Evelyn Waugh, no one saw swore

Dimmed his sun, spun him like the barrel of a gatling gun

Come to the funeral in the killing gloves, condole his mum

Give her comfort, numb when she asks how I knew her son

Numb from them blunts, church solemn and city silent for once

Months since he ventured out, homie shouted me rat’s about

Like Beadle, beatlemania how I leave them screaming, Lennon

Dreaming of mommy in every girl

Wrote the song but didn’t imagine his headtop gone

Cop lead get an open head

Like a cop was lead to believe you wielded a steel

Closed casket, Lord we ask you ashes to ashes

Beneath my black vestments got the wined bandage 

You managed to get one off before I made you vanish, Chris Angel

Vanquished you, mannish standing fast I blast off

Stonefaced a bust of Pallas, Judge Dredd chin, always get my shots in

You’re Leon Edwards sleeping through a mollywhopping

I’m a Leo Moon on edge, looney at the full moon, fulla molly and stopping

Power, not stopping at the reds like encroaching communism

Roaching up on autopilot like someone did green mesmerism

Back to the proceedings, ceiling eked out dealings with angels

Whales and spinning ezekiel wheels

Anpiels with swollen cheeks atrumpeting

Seven sounding in apocalyptic sequence, seals grinding open

Great tendering of all owed amounts

Great calling in of oaths, day of ode and omen

Wode overtakes me when I’m on the road

More than road rage I spout flames

I start rattling off writ, Aramaic in my throat

Feels like a stroke I can’t inhold

How my brain shakes as if to burst

My insane mind bids me slake my thirst, this knife

With life take, dead for a ducat, leave your ichor

In a rusted bucket like where Plankton keeps his oven

Apple’s new iGore

Gore-tex how I repel water in the storm

Corn flying no quarter, raised in the Matachin Tower to be a torturer

Baller if I was taller alas smaller, raised where screams were overtures

Overdoing everything, acting the fool, figuring death is coming soon 

Pockets with bags full of food, beller full of rude snaps and drug mules

Wearing a mask in public like a Heirodule, link me like it’s Hyrule

High all the time my only rule, wearing jewels on the dual carriageway

Winds carriage me, give me drug ferry passage through a gelid Atlantic

My fanatics like vampires, imps for the fix, one hit they’re vanquished

Languished like Chinese opium addicts beneath the den’s dim lantern

I’ve forgotten most of Xanadu of an evening

I’m eaten shrooms to commune with lunar beings

No elders, no protocols, just ash wand and workhorse

Reading spell books by candlelight when the bell rings

Know by the shadow of his wings it’s the demon prince

Coming at my wordless bidding, invited by wanton sinning

I’m crowned, a false child king Lambert Simnel

Crown for a day, then a lifetime scrubbing dishes

Fist the urn with your ashes in, clasp a measure to bill a blunt

Grunting cumming from my tongue skill, grabbing hair clumps.