Alchemisland

Deep into fever suffering flu, visions flew by Sheridan Le Fanu

Wings of evil as on a demon’s easel, span the window, blocking view

Of the moon and sky contused like provoked violence

Powder your countenance before you go out

I strap my mask on like a covid devout

Going high doing skyruns

Acting madly, Jeremy Irons

In Dungeons and Dragons

Pour a rum for the sky pirates

God bless the criminal pilots

In the back the white piles

Like someone bleached Oz

I’m a cloud driver, delivering coke and loud

Pounds like two welterweights before the weight cut

Up front I don’t wait for the cut, risk starts when wings up

Isildur how I ring cut, now it’s harder for you to wear handcuffs.

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Peaked oddly early, living’s long

Stapling holy books together, Yu Gi Oh polymerisation card

I got charts of synchronicities, patterns teased out of history

Norns weaved me a mystery, I read a mad priest’s account

Of satanic attacks, venomous sympathies in the Vatican, holy cee

Threnodies to a second trinity, harsh symphonies in cathedrals of eternity

Retarded bard, carving up the Word lord-served, rearranging words

Verbs turn to curves, courses to odd kingdoms, odd ferns

The Bible as written by William S Burroughs

I take the Koran, glorious lightful tome, a poem for and by a phoenix

I take the King James, all steel and flame and creed betrayal

Portrayal life goodness entire, mists of time like smoke from a drifting tyre

I take also old books consistent unto dubbing Pentateuch

Chucked them all together in a bucket, shook it

Ruckus in the church hierarchy, they dub me arch heresiarch

They cannot kill me, Mike will too strong a martyr make

He will too much noisemaking at awaytaking.

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Gnostic cathar a cat hair from destruction, living fulsome

Fulvous maidens craving predictions sidle in against city strictures

Pretty pictures indeed, emeraldine in my seeing

Tortured in the orchard, white flesh bruised black orca

Black orchids flourishing, blood deserting the tortured

Contortionists twist themselves into skinned glyphs

Sylphs singed by the throatfire of wyverns drift as ashes

Eclipsing fire escapes the blackened lips of the flamedrakes

Some insane ark aborted before Noah was protean

Abiding in a crag isolate as a ship adrift on ice

Had to nauseating surreality resorted, forms shorn of hair

Adorned with octopoidal horns, of scornful image

Gizzards painted blizzard white, flank and spine

Like lofty pine set in gold, old seeming and bold

Teeming with spikes, pustules piles and rocky clusters

Mustard-coloured eyes, a thousand penises pendant

Writhing like cold turkey for the dope dependent

Appearing malevolent, myriad ears teeming with odorous pus

Rears ranker in scent than visage, acrid anal vinegar, like lividity

In the yet living, I’m the surgical bard carving up Pokémon cards

Ang combine all elements, Blastoise mating with the Charizard.