Alchemisland

My mind alone travels to antipodes, through black holes, holstering anti grav tech

All hands on deck, no room for the dreck, Hesperus we’ll be wrecked

Tonight six Dutch my have a fight, every man potential victim, crime sight

Sight me call crime line, dial 999 and ask to speak to the highest authority

Available tonight, gave you a fright, long as the Nile when I rely on my jab

Head snapped back, punches like a gavel at trial’s end, at time’s end

You are rended, bent over panting, witness fitness

Bruises guinness black, consciousness rendered past tense

Penning limericks about how you stepped to me, I stepped over you, stopped you

Commanded to the floor with you, clobbered you and said repeat it Cockatoo

Odes about you, victory thereover

Beat you black as a crusty, burnt turnover

I am over you, handsy triumphant, high turnover

Hands up no one to put a belt on, post-fight speech spoken to the dawn

On an empty Dawson Street, sleep in a laneway and try sort tomorrow’s gear