Alchemisland

Car door opening often as a feeder’s fridge

I’ve got energetic fingers, 32 no kids

Denied my two times, thrice before night’s end

Once my friend, you motive is vengeance

How long was all this pent up?

Pentium processing power, I boot up before cockrow

Early bird worm gullet, harvesting my flowers

Harvesting my followers, if you still see I allowed it

Consider you eligible, loud about what I love

So it’s not often I’m heard making loud sounds, lord above

Dove form, dove white his hands, a wide wizard’s sleeve

Heavenly sleet flurries, all static blurry, worry’s end

In the street like salitter, the sound of a thousand feet

Like it was a military paradeground for millipedes

Salinger I catch the rye as the tumbler slides where the barman guides it

I’ve caught her eye, I spy with my little, smiling charmed I can hide it

Chided in childhood for pridefulness, I am now in the fullness of my prime

Shining without trying, every trial over which I triumph 

Eliminates my tendency toward anxiety, piety

Never forgetting to test my knees on altar marble

Never too wise or rich to marvel

I endure but I don’t know how, why mine this power

Clearly I have something to say but to who, it’s now

Or never yet each poem I push out in less than

Counting up the amounts, zero on every count

No need for an accountant, I’m like a flounder on the bank

No pulling rank when you’re out the home fish tank

Wank to calm my mind, thank God none know my crimes

Enduring until my salad days, languid, lunacy lingering past the full moon

Room to myself, womb where I confess, hell scene wall paintings

Pen at one end dotting, can’t wait to start the next sentence

Got it, Tolkien frenziedly writing down the opening line of the Hobbit

Inspiration comes like a shock, the bouquet drops, the bridal props

In a second-hand shop, pure white frock, no love song this Prufrock