Alchemisland

Squeeze until it’s empty

Don’t worry, it’s only toothpaste

Spree of spending ends

Time of tending commence

I am standing against everyone

Everyone rises to spite me in the end

I am the spike, I am the skewered

I am the pyke, I am the lure

I am puerile, lurid and incurable

I am a sore on the universe

What I saw made me looney

Committing atrocities, treating villagers like bot lobbies

When trepanning fails to save me from demonic infestation, opt for a lobotomy

Spend my last days a broken man in sad Bedlam, John Clare redolent

Wreck of my life’s esteems, a great splintered steamship in the sedge of a stream

Like the rusted remnant of some half-manifested dream, mind cut clean in half

For alchemical reasons, I am trying to tease out the divine hermaphrodite

Opposites in perfect confusing union, the shit I smoke is confusing 

Pipe bottom black as a mountain Puma, man and plant fusing

My words an uzi fit for world war II, yours a single shot rifle a redcoat would use

Send down smoke to cause confusion in their phalanx

Door gets boot in and I start shooting, desperate to be adored

Clip empties quick but I have a magic quiver that’s never empty

One arrow eternally and that’s plenty, men I’ve killed twice twenty

Unsavoury strength a demon leant me, raze a land green and pleasant

Plenty of peasants to be new denizens once harrying commenced

Tantamount to genocide these crimes.