Alchemisland

More eyes than a streamer

More eyes on me than friends peopling Lovecraft stories

Love the craft, runes fore and aft, upcoming thirty second degree

Wanted a one skinner, hewed a three, higher than 20th storey

Watching Frank Skinner, into the trinity, listing his favourite lyrics

Assembly wide eyed even though I’m telling my 20th story

Of the evening, rapt like gnats in sap from my apt allegories

I’m Telemachus seeing a line of actors trying to be my pater

They say he’s gone forever, Homeric Ship sedge of Atlantis

My father’s lands are a magnet for these assholes

Not saying he’s a bandit but when he arrived back it wasn’t empty-handed

You better have more than Texaco flowers after a seven year abandonment

He’s wearing so much ore and orpiment, looking good alchemy

Orchialcum replaced his calcium, unbreakable armature

Take from him an onyx bracelet and a silver circlet banded with gems; armour jewels

Harmless fool but don’t do him in he’s the sergeant’s son

I’m lighting up a massive spliff, set controls for the heart of the sun

Blunt force the trauma down, silk pyjama kimono dressing gown

Picked up weed after drink and now I can’t put it down

Dualshock glued; two black boots at the shooting

Two black shoes at the funeral, shirt says Cedarwood State

Shirt that your blood sprayed ashed in the grate, consigned to four gales

I’m the last of Gaels impaling British pigs and traitors outside my gates

Have tower-mounted flamethrowers spitting flames, like Skepta lately

Drowned like a bag of unwanted pups, soul of a murderer, hand of a nurse