Alchemisland

My crocodiles will swim across your thoroughfares

My covering will be thorough

My words expressed in currents

A yearly occurrence

What is lost in currency by trade’s lack

Is served back ten times over by the land’s attractive bounty

Trees and crops will grow abundant across ten counties

Riches beyond counting, gift of a kiss, apoca lips

I lean in because she only whispers

She orders me never ask forgiveness

Testament, I bear witness

I witness the great bear in garish whiteness

Like a daylight bride, married in Spring’s high

A virgin, a vicar, a verdancy not seen through Winter

When brittle limbs splinter and divorce like flesh under torture

I spoke no word, though he asked whether any opposed the union

My uses few, I dare not spoil the mood, my blueness spreads like flu

I make sure I am seen in a few pictures before quietly leaving, stealing

Out to the long green, clean gravel, champion roses

Unseen jets spuming from sprinklers, a mist against the face

Like breaking through a damp spiderweb

Where it could not be noticed, wet through, I wept

Sprinklers rotating like dirigible gun turrets when Huns are coming

Ensure the bunches of rare orchids get their share of luncheon

Fearsome gates with initialled plates

I change a back look like Lot escaping Sodom, muttering why bother

I have had my share of brotherhood, I am sick of fanatics

My true intentions can’t be seen, like microplastics in the food you’re eating

Beaten out of Eden but now they offer me a seat, they vote me chief

Where were these cunts when I was writing for nothing, smoking keef

From the grinder in pipes and bongs non-stop, we all knew something was wrong

But I couldn’t stop doing what I was on, the day felt so long without hydroponic

I was not ironic about my unabashed love for the chronic, never taking acid

Or shrooms despite the rumours that I’m now a hippy dude, Bali attitude

Speaking to my dealer in mnemonics, code was to inquire about electronics

Recommended me a kettle, please be honest

He says the big green one that makes nerds vomit

It changes me like the coming of a comet

Happy with my cheese, Wallace Gromit

Not out for profit, locked lockbox in the loft

Source of pride and problems

Lion pride I can’t hide it 

Like a second sun shining