Alchemisland

Back and forth feels endless

Best in my bracket no bragging, blameless

Like Homer flamed this

Flameless like hope has faded

Three armies landed, another invading

Look to be burning their ships in the bay

As if to say we’re here to stay

Rain magics sent by Gods they pray to

Rouse the Atlantic and for a time the tides change

Keeping further troopers at bay, a good distance away

Atop swaying tree tips wee bases are made, a flat place

Like a flat blade

Whence wisemen gaze, making plans to slay them

But soon the rages fade, the rain assuages

And doubly keen so making haste

New rackets, no receipts, no practice

In fact no tennis, got that elbow

Like Carlos Condit’s favourite blow

My newest racket is calling brackish water holy

Changeable due to Mercury

But dragged down by Saturn

His priests in sable, robes with patterns

A feast, deceased childers served on platinum platters

Spat at all your flatterers

Fattened on my blood

So much drugs, mosquito cop a free buzz

We’re not buds, I sell you drugs, take your bagged buds and bounce, no hugs

Big boy scales can’t read less than an ounce

That kale stinks out the whole house

Mind silent, all through the house not even a mouse

Counting out my amounts, living inside my crypt

Mind a cryptic triptych, my quick-wit teachers

Imprint lessons as befits my instinct

Bored distinctly, too quick thinking

Too clogged with eager inkling

To pay attention during geography

Two graphites and twice that in blank sheets when it’s time to screed

Test monthly, casting side eyes

Pee[ing what my neighbour’s writing

Seeking what enables more writing

Lucifer of the intellect, trining trident of his lightning

After I’m done I lie down on the desk and dream of Poseidon

I dream the sound of Drummonds, of musters under fire

Of sweeping banks of mustard fog cleaning trenches of troops

In that green sea, the late to mask ag caoineadh

It’s only dying nerves and leftover adrenaline but the corpses move

Seeming to dream still.