I’m halfway between
Ronald and Ronnie Coleman
Always had a fire burning like my daddy was the coalman
I’m laughing, having deceived the masses with my fatuous creeds
I am fattened up like Sassoon’s Captains captured in Base Details
I’m flipping a coin outside the railings, alternating faces and tails
A pale light silversquares the casement overlooking your desk
Busy at work, too busy to be made breathless by deathless light’s triumphal
Procession, even the dead have leant their eyes in deference to its prying
Lightfootedness, the world’s largest collection of unseen cryptid footage
In a crippled man’s mansion in the foothills of Italy, reputedly in a dungeon
His mansion lunges forward with the weight of mounded books
I am stood in a mudless city quarter, tugging at my mouche
Causing my bottom lip to move, nothing left to prove
Save that I would act upon my moods, denuding Hamlet
An antient fastness enceinte with murdered innocence
Roadside indigents drinking red biddy alongside heroin imps
Sighing parents grapple despair, querents of the air
Why could my son not be spared
Veins inflamed by black tar, caring not a jot for later
In lust sating only as a satyr deigns, signs signalling a satanic reign
A sideways rain hits like a sliding tank, the slidy slippery central bank
Cobbles along which Dirty Dublin’s dishiest customers wobble
This city is a model for what not to do, knotted together the failing glue
The new railings which girdle the place, the Yuga, a new iron age
Disgrace and failings, fire little content with braziers, skyscrapers blazing
Like pillars of heavenly flame erupting out of cursed places
Alchemisland 
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