Alchemisland

New Ross is my new habitat

Tried to break it but old habit is back

Promises broken like an old stuntman’s back

I want the house and I ain’t asking

I’m practising my backhand slap on a fuchsia in the back

Garden, hardening my heart after ardours, Mike after hours

With a still-wrapped heart of darkness and two masonic towers

Built from Onyx with telekinetic powers, the castle is coral

Taking my flowers, pause for applause as they read the honour roll

Left-handed right honourable, Judas iced out with a shooter

Clean feet, got silver thirty pieces and clout with the Pharisees

But out with the crowd of Jesus, thought it was a forgiving creed

Down on your knees freed of every sin’s streak but for him

Whose feet Christ washed, a sin beyond His all-forgiveness.