Alchemisland

Taking the bag from me like

Taking a mouse from my cat

No way you’ll outbid me for that gaff

I’d sooner see the place collapse

Broke bricks stirred dust, nothing left standing

Have to I’ll shave off your face’s handsome parts with blade or belt sander

My prose style is sandblast, the whole trial was outcast

But accusations did the damage, hoodwinked by a masonic plan

Span of which astound an uninitiated man, cowen to a widow’s son, master

Mason acquires degrees 33, at what age Nazarene skin suffered man’s sin

Need a stiff drink after watching my mastiff chew off a rat’s hands and lips

On the brink of big breaks, make a bollocks end up in the clink clicking

For morphine after concussive anal rape

Not a single word can pass your lips 

You are hereby sworn to secrecy

The solar eclipse, seen and unseen

Doing serious time, Garda file length Lord of the Rings style

And as many die inside, I cast the die

I cast bronze wings and fail to fly

Far to plummet, feel for the guy

Fame fortune fate and pride-preceding fall, all men recall

Nights of spiritual overhaul, of annihilating realisation, of walls

Which baulked his shoulder’s attempt at softening its resolve

Strength dissolving like a soluble pill in a Volvic bottle

Devolving, further still from who I hoped be

Full throttle, hopeless, toward the thoughtless sea

Thoughts of quick release, of beliefs proven or repudiated

Whether there is a heaven and, if so, whether it maintains a gate.