Alchemisland

Frost veined titan hewn from diamond ice

Glinting slyly a smiling magpie all guile atittering

Nest littered with pilfered treasures

Full silver ingots no half measures

Looked like a werewolf hunter’s toolkit

Dagger ten inches in measure

Rune-banded for her pleasure

Rends flesh with leisure, cuts through leather

Won’t tell you how I learnt that lessen, unlisted feature

They sense my eagerness but not to please

Greasing my way into slimy deals, Molesworth Street Isis ceiling frieze

Ass off freezing my but church asp it’s hats off, glaciers wiped off on the matt

Head spinning like a ceiling fan, nostrils white as an Alpen apex, spliff for that

Settled my head, settlement was in cash, settlers of Catan mat how I map out

My life from my flat, Napoleon without the flash and martial ambition, plans

Hatching like eggs where there’s no magpies, side hustle dying off 

Kicking off all Summer, it was awesome, jaw in cars and foursomes

With Autumn divorce, the weight of the grain stores, the year’s accounting

Too cold to leave the star fort, my three ships leave starport

Starboard but for stars, weaving, zenith of what’s possible

Genie allowing, permissible, forbidden is often, profane nothing impossible

Compressing depression, lossless and lawless, costless peerless

Doxxing apostles on forums, hope you locked your doors

Quorum of tribal chieftains, decorum of cheeping birds

When I visit their ringforts in furs, furze and gorse and fir 

I bring bitter steel and warming fire, pyres of the lyreful halls

All for lying when truth was called for, all wins what we ball for

Johnny tightlips I can’t recall more

Billboards I don’t recall posing for

Dior who you modelling for

Orange kia ora coloured drive, gull wing doors angelic adornments

Crystals, maps and gats line the dashboard, cats purring for touches

A nudge urges it to life the engine purring, swerving taking every turn with ease

Journey takes you at eternity for me it’s done in three, glee at my new degree

Never went to college, me

What I want is a cottage, somewhere to flee when the flood comes screaming

Halo 3 style, the old won’t budge and the rich will let us burn in fire like tyres

On the way into Springfield, you better get up high like Jack Spring Heeled

And not Jack who rolled back from Jill atop the hill and cracked his back badly

Jill came tumbling after, sadly, bad news for the family, priest said a homily at the home

So sad she hacked, sounded like a cat vomiting, looked like bad acting but real tragedy

Magnitude of that calamity, such calumny, tore apart that community, no immunity

To the impunity of death, the sheer lunacy of anything’s end, oh cruel sentence