At what time my sun arrives midnight
Hands by my side, fists clenched
A ghostly father screaming vengeance
Meeting’s consequences ‘comes my engine
Dredge the lake, send down the divers
Corpse Irish green, irises eaten neat, insect’s dream
Islands in the stream until my solar flare sets it buffering
I crash land the biplane on Grafton Street, ask a passer is this 1863
Black sun like a frozen eclipse, black lips a succubus’ kiss
Script, quill dip then hit print, thesis nailed in protest 99
Theseus’ sails all black on the way back, Minotaur whacked, father’s eye
Descrying despairs, tries flying, dies because he cannot glide
Father I beg forgiveness
Further I, murder witness
Your back a bricked up hidden passage Wolfenstein Castle
My words the Belmont whip, the lash that ravages savagely
Your cabbage is average, spliff packed to max barely whacked
Barely waxed my own face staring back, jagged and handsome
Pity a single glance of this eye magnet turns a man to granite
My gaff is full of statues, granted, standard
Leaving milk for the Gentry now I’m landed
Alchemisland 
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