Alchemisland

Bury you and cover over the area with slurry

No more envying you, bad ending

Away in a hurry, in the fields with the Burryman

Tunnel arch tall as London Tower underground

Make a sound hear an echo, turn to see the Bunnymen

Almost broke a leg then but now I sense it was funny

Probably some fuckery played on poor me, number 23

Another drink you need to pour me to lure out that lurid story

Like querents before an omen preparer 

Asking the shade of their beloved’s hair

Order now or we’ll wait for it

Order in the courtroom

Worth what but I charge more

My manse so grand in planning, need a guided tour of the grounds

Don’t trust these clowns, valuables behind clasps and thick glass

Prized assets, can’t risk these oil types destroying it with acid

Most my assets come from fracking, my deep drills waken krakens

Only cracks when honeys get naked, scrapeless facade

One I’m taking looks amazing, nymph from an ancient painting

Picnic by the back lake, pinprick junkie sates arriving in that state

Unfit visitor such a grand estate, roof quarried local slate

Root of rage must be father hate, piper’s paid for today

He’ll play anything you suggest while we digest

Scarcely drawing breath between digressions

Doing impressions of scenes from mythic legends

Her paws my pauldrons, shoulders holstering leg ends

Sense what’s due true north of her dress hems

Testing her leather, licking what feels like forever

Effervescent at my tongue’s ascent, pink crescent

Pleasanter for our expected abstinence, princely

Impression in the memory mattress afterwards, sincerely

That was the best fuck I remember cleanly, obscenely

In sheets but queenly in dealings, she steels my kisses

She steals my wisdom with her lissome hips, her fixed lips

Imperious, in heat delirious leering at her 

My clear diction turning to Lear nonsense when I see her pictures

Have to lick the screen clean, basically addiction

Stick thin until she feeds me, greedy slop cascading obscenely down my chin

Winsome wrapped in latex safe sex I don’t want kids

Except when I’m driven by my loins, biology is the lord

The force that makes me want to explore, thirst for the floor at her back

Melting in melding, two manikins of sinful wax stretching to tax point

Relaxing before the point of climax, drawing the serpent back

Sending it up the ladder of my back, a light fills the dank cavern

Awakening bats, I lose my balance but not in the bank, earnings

Headturning, budget booklet need more spaces for zeroes, burning

Records of experiments before the cops burst in, my mind a theremin

Controlled by the hand of a Seraphim, its pitch rises bidding skyward eyes

Woman at war in disguise

I become the androgyne, first divine hermaphrodite

Born in rocket fuel and nuclear fire, 33rd parallel hell’s highway

Chastised what I do in private, compiling a file, no eyelids

Eyes always open, type to get roped in, throw them staff Moses

Oceangoing because the plane has no pilot

Fro-growing because they told me it was stylish

Not much use with my hair because I’m Irish.