Alchemisland

Slowgoing but stepspring if hoes going

Aura smoke surrounding, green ozone

In succubus dreams we visit an O zone

Resting on the bonnet, asking how it’s going

How’s she cuttin’, may I have your phone number?

Stoic, Aurelius’ values, action’s impediment action becoming

No budging, no budget, several blunts and a bludgeon

Nothing can stymie my hunger, bind my hands, I’m coming

Around it like flowing water, human moat girdling, flooding

When the levee breaks, Eliphas Levi back wrangling snakes

Calling St Patrick fake, another Welsh Roman on the take 

Tenacious, I rely on my ten acres

My hands ache with sacred wounds, Ignatius Loyola astral college

First time I’ve ever passed a class, forbidden knowledge

Seeking suppliers, buyers and product for my chronic

Hostage in bondage to my want for fat wallets

Looking to hidden sigils like occult Where’s Wally

Writings on the wall, wallahi I read it, post to Reddit

Asking anyone familiar with this 

Bank balance like a mobile top up code, 20 credit on 3

Texts and calls free all February, call me I’m ready

All my buttons green from handling the debris

Can’t touch before sending, get your next degree

My bush cries out for burning, like a palm’s top

Like a copse of Sideshow Bob sedge

Edge of acceptability honing my ability

Pay the cost in cash to the cashier,

Bill and tip itsy bitsy to a hat tipping day tripper

Probably send your earnings into remission, triple figure 

My hash top tier, they only smoke my grass here

I’m not a fan of needles but evil enough to proffer it for you

Brown to black makes veins and face turn Yves Klein blue

Raise my hand like a flipper when I feel my instinct shouting coppers

Emperor of this street, they know me in that Centra

City centre’s central figure, hold the trigger like a lover’s waist

Most days have to brandish to make a man go away

Rarely but sometimes someone has to vanish

Plans and hatching and imagined bands but sometimes it’s man of action

Have to act quick, off on my ship to dump the body like Man of Medan

I have the medal of honour and a call to duty

All of my calls are to cops, judges and jury

Members, ruptured in purulence, wanting pure

I’m wearing jewellery on the stands, acting as a glamour

In each hand placed bands in handsome amounts

My accountant worried, stays quiet as a mouse

Bidding war on a country house I can’t do without

Two bedrooms, huge garden for my illegal hay

Why grow two plants when I can sort a swathe

Garden lit would drift like a gas grenade

I’m inspecting the area, taking swabs of my Swabia

Try to touch I’m taking hands Saudi Arabia

No more horse measuring for you peasants

Race you, teach you running lessons

Peel off the sticker saying pay no less than

Paying whatever is wanted by these Mexicans

Don’t care if you’re bi or just a whore

Caught lying, on my lawn in drawers

Apostolic, knowledge that lifted rockets

I’m calling down Sintra’s moon goddess

In the Apollonic temple making offerings

After victory, order serfs to pry off rings

Cutting of traitorous angel wings, pinions snipped

Without sympathy, can’t sip shit without sniff and spliff

Melon-twisting hits of the kief-coated turbot

Putting all my servants on furlough

Until we find who stole my fur coat

Ermine and stole, all mine and more

Feet up laughing like Farthing Wood Stoat

Farnsworth inventing the finglonger so I can roll

Blow from farther away, things you don’t know

Fill a Nephilim’s soup bowl, what I know

Weight of which turn you to a wino

High notes from a castrato

I choke, eyes tomato

Casino not Pacino 

De Niro not a Libra

But scales measuring evil

Huge ego, no equal

Bagging packing indoor snow

Backpacking across the continent 

Because train routes are haunted

Bilbo Baggins flagging down a ride off the highway

High, hot throat, blow in the bag and I did it my way

Sang old blue eyes, life forecast all blue skies

No red lights or double yellow lines

Just twin fires sawing in the night

On a height, high places triumph without denial

With I Sabah on His Shabbat, fuck the law

Plotting presidential assassinations, overthrow

What eye saw in the triangle, measuring the angle

The capstone seeming to dangle shy of the blocks

My spirit animal is the fox, I exhaust foes with wit

Why tiptoe when you could boldly go

Visions of anger, recondite tech in hangars out west

Managed to get my warning down on paper

Before they come to take me away, latest patient

Came in today, pill him to block latent psy faculties

Train coming off tracks, steel and flesh mangled

Emergency room practising triage

I’m in all black with tattoos of dragons, guarding bags for Triads

Can’t overload bullets, loading what I’m holding before I blow it.