Alchemisland

Monstrous obelisk marking the omphalos

Friends in low orbit, missed the rocket launch

Bank account looks like an arcade cabinet’s highest score

Oncoming

Sudden surplus of confidence

See my spring step like I was Spring Heeled then

Jack how I have a huge green tree

Going down, talking to the bean

Trading, beanstalk for a magic cow

Steed tests what speed a car goes

But in Ireland, cows made the roads

Slip and slide, turn and turn, narrow, escargot cars go slow

How they go we go, ethered my ego

I’m all facade, nice features, the visible visage beautiful, ship all filigree with empty hold

Cold soul

Sorry, bro but virgo so no expressing emotions and never regretting no showing

Goodbyes are Irish, eyes Tesco with bags for life hide a tiger, Tamil type always tired

Koh-i-Noor and Hope diamonds placed upon my eyes when I die

My waters are the opposite of a placid place, more Lake Placid

Or vat of acid or cursed manse of schizophrenic depravity

Can’t stand all that rabbiting, ravening austringer outflying the royal falconer

Your bird lost in the gyre, swimming into Yeats’ eyes, with their masonic gateposts

My bird is wreathed in fire like Dublin’s Spire, night of the nukes, abusive goose

Trained from youth to fly at you, Raichu melded with Ryu and Guile, sonic boom

More energy than electricity wires hooked up to the mansion of a tyrant

Seagull flock how I ran so far, pants around ankles, hands aloft

Aardvarc how I eat with my nose and I’m antsy a lot

My manse’s galleries the mounted bones and heads of things I shot

My mind is a trophy cabinet of things I’ve overthrown, often outgrowing

Like the grass at the base of a round tower, monks didn’t build them, older

Born at summer’s wending end, winddown, may explain why I’m an ice cold wendigo

Wine gown winding down the room’s length, hem sweeping like a broomstick

You look like an exhumed witch, spellbook thirty ways to rot a dick

When the dress lifts I’m stress eating, licking the streakers clean

Concrete shoes at the seaside, like I was trying to keep sneakers clean

Cough until I vomit, goz red as a kingkilling comet

Fighting like something out of a comic

Writing like a much desired comic

Cosmic conflict reflects my self-inflicted innerstate chaos, afflicted

With strange pictures, at night by my mind’s flickering candle

I am through a dark land hand in hand with a blueskinned brumal emperor

Stock of 10,000 skooma in my house in Bruma, hidden like a Puma

Big man ting, pituitary gland tumour, one ball Hitler rumour 

I’m Kramer and you’re Newman, Denis Nedry with the barbasol canister

Dodgson over here, does anyone care? No answer, cash in hand

Cans in hand after watching shaking ass, like the donkey had epilepsy

Mercury leaving retrograde, restoring confidence

My blade, hand and gaze, fluid animation 4k

Fresh energy, solar raid shedding rays, Severian raising the new sun

Nessus is saved like a weapons grade nude, just in case

Hope we’ll never see the day that makes the frontpage

When it comes to pages I’m pushing to get to the line’s tip

Clothes made from the nemean lion’s hide, mane slip

No kidding, fuck with me and you’ll feel a lion’s grip

And the Oz Wizard couldn’t change it, gave me courage for days

Wielding a sabre your thieving hands taking, later sating sharks

From steel I’m made, RDA cardio for days, fought every wrestler at my weight

Lost half but I’m still blasting my left kick to the body and throwing a right straight

Dunno whether I’m fighting at the right weight, better at lightweight

Heavier come fight day like cement-laced gloves back in the day

Leaning on the towel at the weigh in to hit championship weight

Every dog has his day but I spayed alphas into betas

Alphabet spaghetti, pink confetti, when I spray, do your head in

Head into town sweaty from pecking at something too heady

Heavy dick knowing I’m getting head later

Executioner how many offers of head

Pierrepoint shy, writes a letter instead

Hope this isn’t inappropriate but better

In than out, I reckon I’d be a great hangman, sign then send her

Called it Leopardstown to hide the lepers in roughspun gowns

Ringing bells warning you to turn around, find a different route

Face half rotted off, nose more like a snout

What one would generously call a mouth.