Alchemisland

Never lock horns with the lord of storms

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Robed in the drab garb of the poor, venturing into town without my guards

Returning down pat from the holy lands, brought back relics

My granddad was a prelate, close to an emperor

Many superlatives, some succour some suffering

No more than Christ, he would utter over supper

He had a stump where his sword arm used to be

Stammerer clattering teeth like clashing steels, flintlock hammers

Downing like Andvari’s shaping tools onto an anvil

Working for Thor cash in hand

Golden band capable of reproduction, one ring into ten across two hands

Diamantine bands, fashioned clasps, fashionable fastens, passionate glamorous

Flameborn attention grabbers dragged up from the scabrous centre of this planet

I was a Templar in white acrylic, rood-stitched stirrups, redcross chest making robinbreast

Confession given under duress means nothing yet a conviction they get

Called in the Garda heavy squad, came from all quarters descending on Templemore

Battered me with a phonebook, called me mam a whore, threatened to throttle my daughter

Frame me granddad for robbery, drain me fishpond of its water, regularly check me auto’s tax

I’m learning their patterns as they’re cackling, as befits an autodidact

I hear the rattling kettle in the kitchen close to whistling, see a mug with a trining crack

Like Poseidon had surrendered his trident at the rounding of his back, rustling of a biscuit packet

Bristling of a wolf pack eager to get back early tonight, no devices are allowed inside

I wonder if my pleading is loud from outside, I am proud but do not deny them their crime collaring

Soon I am bawling and hollering, I will say anything to stop them, I did every crime between Dublin and Dunshaughlin

One socks me one, a good punch, arm back like he was ready to throw the shot put

But he thought it would put me out and it didn’t, he couldn’t, he’s muttering

I can’t wait to get my hands around that disgraceful badgewearing white pudding

I get under him and punch upward, destroying his kid garden, that’s a new charge

Any Garda seed who marches free of that gourd is sure to be retarded, to be sure

I give the cute hooer the boot and he grips his hoop as if to hold in stool

Left on the stoop because someone else is pooing, incongruent with solids

My effluent is river rapids, take solace in the speed of deposit

Paper won’t do I need hot water to peel it off, nuclear runoff needs proper storage

I need to eat more porridge, most of my intakings are impotable, getting a makings

Taking in strays, taking hits but never in the ring, never leave my mitts in, killer instinct

Until I bite it, up close and personal like I like you and am short sighted

I’m short sized XS short size and 8.5 shoe size, short stride, thin thighs

But where it rises and matters I’m horse sized, big enough to boat capsize

Brain swelling increase cap size, louder intention increase font size

Thick thighs in my mentions, DM denizens DTF impenitent, begging my creampies

Pat the Baker loves to delight, dangerous as cyanide this love of mine, penetrable

Bent over and genitals venerated with splayed legs, moving side to side space invader

Dick is an energy generator as raised in ancient egypt 

Resilience, surviving my gillionth year married to Lilith

In an abandoned building off fifth, awful with filth and dereliction

Adding finishing touches to a slit wrist masterpiece

Fist engulfed by blood, my cats gulp it down, licking it hot off the rug

Edging death is my drug, sucking on the gun end

All friendships end, especially the good ones, evidence entropic tendency

Depresses me and suddenly I’m messing meshing metal with my tendons

I’ve got a medal for lowest attendance, got an A for chronic dependence

In my dressing gown giving the temple builders a dressing down

Dour countenances abounding, I renounce them, question their devotion

To the completion of my grand temple ground in time for harvest

Before the Nile floods and the black land is drowned, barghestesque Anubis

His stick at underworld’s entrance, in action fastidious

Tastes lascivious, must be sated instantaneously

Need a lion tamer to train me to go to sleep

Last six masters put to sleep by flying knee

Whispering maledictions, feeding demonic addiction

In a rickety building off triple sixth street

Drawing evil pictures.