Alchemisland

A stone cast from my catapult a dome tragedy if you’re a goliath from Gath

Dressed all in black like a bat doing circuits of Bath circus after ten

Surplus of masonic emblems in my indentions and in my head

Act is all intention, the high magic of that which goes unmentioned

Practising sex magick, bedside locker Crowley manual

Phone gallery looking like screenshots from Emmanuelle

No gearstick no manual, auto no asphyxiation

Me and you straightener let’s fix a date, fistically fix your face

No metre sticks to hand but know I’m close to snapping, stretched elastic band

End of the second ready for a third assault, your second is giving you smelling salts

Pay me now because we already know the result, you speak up I go incredible Hulk

I’m not a man of incredible bulk, I’m wiry and sulky with a fucked up sulcus

But I’ll hyperfocus that scope where your thoughts grow, where my shots go

Slap a man who claims advantage, take a neck and slap a chain on, clankage

Only walk behind if I’m trying to flank you

You are tired and distracted from years of fraying war, and I intend to break you

Every shot you threw in earnest is repaid with interest, banker’s business

Holed up in your castle like coward rats, I order my men to set up camps

At the nippleless tips of the titlike banks, a palisade of manheight planks

You send letters by raven, hoping to dismay me, dissuade my vengeance

I recognize your pen, the letters slent, of sieging I have no intention

Those fierce lion gates of yours, I intend to break them with my strength, and with venom

I take your loyal vassels pen them like cattle, before I tend to your sentencing

Walls collapsing into a high bank of thrown sand, as at Jericho and Atlantis

My men surmounting debris, wheezing in choking dust, gripped by morbid deathlust

They fight like deathless men, mindless maenads with myrmidon murderousness

Mutilating mindlessly in the crimson court of the burning fortress, subdued forthwith

As written

Positioned as now, a rout might reconfer power to the castle’s owners

But they are seized now by doubt, they are run over ahorse

Mouths open in plea or fealty, the stubborn flee like fleas from rubbled rats

Down the leeside slope of the black castle’s back canyon

From my hillside seat, whilst my whisperers word our treaty

I watch cowards spending borrowed hours on futile retreat

I let them see the line of trees before showering them with arrows

Your bannermen retreat once I take the upper hand, I’ll treat with them once you’re dispatched

Your ranks disbanded, your garrisons commanded by men whose sons I took for ransom

I look handsome in your crown and cloak, no sceptre my interceptor is a wand of oak

I’m beyond perceptive so watch how you step, I notice everything one minute to the next

Photographic reflex, observant and not even flexing, texting: you’ll get what you deserve.