Alchemisland

Flaxen pubes, Dé Danann with my pants down

Blasting de mysteriis dom sathanas in my attic

Scanning the skylight sketching planets

Fetching ripe flesh a bath with piranhas

Lowering myself into water, manshaped Atlantis

Phallus in one hand, laughing like a mad hatter banned from Wonderland

Commands, demands I don’t understand, someone else moving my hands

I barely have to glance at the screen or wait for an idea

The phantom whose strings dance me is my teacher

If I ever have a career, it’ll be due to that creature

I won’t even chide him for the ill feeling either

I can hear him faintly, scraping scrabbling daintily, but most when I’m ethered

When Aoife is sleeping and the moon is leaking out demons

Xoanon with my hands out

Facsimile of a mortal man

Heretics I cast out

Zohar in my casket

3 days fast passing

3 days basking in acid.