Alchemisland

Will you take the boat out today

Replies no after one look at the waves

Licking far up the bay, splashing onto the pave and roadways

You’d be mad to go that way, you’d be swept away

To Jones Davey, to a watery grave

You’d languish with ships sunk at Salamis

I tell him not to panic but I’m going out anyway

I feel the spray like rain on the wind, setting sail

Fighting my way through the strain, out the bay

Into the lanes and wider basin

Where the tides are more constrained

But it did not o’erlong stay that way

Soon black clouds overway

Sending my blue skies away.

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I hauled in the nets, I hauled in the pots

I roped to the mast, saying please all the gods

Let me go home I’ve kids with three moths

I’ve me clothes et be moths, me hair like a mop needing chopped

You couldn’t send me up to God like this, begorrah begob

A wave the decks swabs, water wallops me jaw

As if the lord of it all said please shut your gob, that’s an order.

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Don’t eat what I order just-eating disorder

Toothbrush dissolved, like used by Xenomorph eh

Bullheaded more than bulimic, Virgo Scorpio mixture

Modern polemics I don’t even believe them, stitch up

I believe you’re building bitumen bricks for Babel, language switch up

I’m still in the good books, in nooks of lovely Eden, dove lifts up

My shrubs are lit up always, goneso more than half my days

I like how it makes everything feel slow and strange

Like I’m watching my life from miles away, aboard spaceships maybe

Best I’m not just below it, I’m throw it through it vault over it, horned Noah

Washpot is my Moab, watched pot boils if it’s a live rabbit, Fatal Attractor

From truant student to arch druid in a few easy chess moves; greazy

Style’s not regular goofy not that one Disney, sue me, hangtime, nosegrind

Olly olly olly how I free the oxen of the sun, who gave me the stable keys

When I’m this unstable, unable, smoking my own weight in trees hourly

So I says to Mabel I says wear that dress you wore back before we had sense

Sensual as ever, fresh a mint, nipples you cut glinting diamonds in half with

And me an halfwit, couldn’t have done better if I’d been fit and rich

Whoever planned that one upstairs probably did me a solid

She’s the only reason I don’t live squalid, squatter with empty coffers and rodents.