Alchemisland

Like my bag to bulge, sag beneath the weight of bands

Eyes red and white, stoned myself into the flag of Japan

Half talon, half talent, neither in Libral balance

Spliff like a paper lance, horse it down, lighter flame dancing Oriflamme Francoflown

Frankly I couldn’t face my phone more than I ghosted

But see how it looks that way from your perspective

I elected to liberate myself from active communications

Tell yourself whatever; that I’m frequently away, that you hate me

Whatever you need to believe to leave me be, I’ll pay that fee

Whatever the cost, I’m ready to bleed

On my feet or on my knees, upon an ass through Jerusalem’s streets

Beef a butcher wouldn’t touch, ancient greek type tough, seeking destroying

When I’m speaking they’re all recording, reporting back to the turncloaks

When I’m preaching the impassioned see Ezekiel, his smoking wheel

Careening zealfully across greedy infinity, heeding the liminal’s call

Conquer all, standing on the shore wearing robes John the Baptist wore

Three times blown Tut’s war-summoning carnyx, clicking hiss strains from its noisefissure

Standing where a fisher would with breath-balled face, begging the winds to whip

Shipripping tempests methodically displacing timbers at my venomous maledictions

Stick thin fasting tenets of Enochian strictures, pictures of elixirs live in

Inflamed alembics, the secrets of the green men and the ancient masons

Heard from beyond the grave, the tripartite flail unmade remade newface

Finding gnosis in the garden

Polyhedron’s ominous gnomon, pregnant with obvious portent.