Alchemisland

Deliveries, delirious milkman in my livery

Serious about misery 

Garda doing cold calls door to door, asking about me

Sure I know him, mister, he’s

Ninety percent demon

Spent most of the weekend on my knees

Blood-signed deeds assure the success of my dark deeds

My illegal needs breed in squalor, praying to be freed

Breathing easily

Age 8 got my hands on a satanic periodical in a odd backstreet bookshop

I remember the feel and look of the backseat

The driver all in peat black, peeking back through the 

Abstracting reality into a series of coded missives

Subtracting humanity from myself, slowly unravelling mysteries

Each called aethyr summons monsters in bondage to my enochian hollers

Solid foundations, Dacian warrior sorting dollars through the wire, gotcha

Practise future abuse by neglecting my Tamagotchis

Watching her, remotely viewing, my god she’s

Perfect and not remotely interested, freezeframe zoom fifty, faces in stained glass

Not the ones the creator painted, writhing mass of cryptipedes, one hundred fifty

Rat bones arranged into the shape of St Christopher, my limbs twist, smothered

As another wrests from me my reins, blood sprays from the veins of the vain

At signs of ruinous, irreversible ageing, I listen for the silent-staying sibyl’s seer song

Belonging to nothing, trusting no one save the mischievous lyrics, sculpting a mistress

From bits of machine debris, testing my fitness as I sprint after witnesses, willing

To work to make my will done, I am cousin to none, nine times my woes spun

By sun-loathing Norns, I am undone by comfort, my true self inside a fort

Forty times foes failed to besiege it, I am neither genius nor eejit

My genome sequencing proved my genes half djinn half guinness

I wrote seven satanic Limericks in Waterford, all my walks trace glyphs

Apple maps history like a codex of subtle witchery

Take no tips like a reformed gambler

Take no tipple like a teetotaller

I’m drinking from a river in Hell and remembering

Totally devoted to total annihilation of the self, a shell of me takes the throne

Nights I become another person, seeing through my eyes, total recall

Melting ants with a magnifying glass, stealing lab ether from chem class

Neighbour’s dog missing, what I summoned a lab eater from Hell’s glaciers

Plants like a triffid patch, griffins and magical parchments on papyrus

Ogham language of the ancient Irish, Ra’s eye, the Djed of Osiris

Flesh banded with votive gashes, chest slashed by ritual dagger

Making sigils and charging them with sex magick

Panicking when chaotic responses are scattershot, blunderbuss

Boss blunders and I plunder him for payment and position

Too hot in the kitchen lift the apron then split

Hot as Ifrit in this bitch, can’t sweat Prince

Artist formerly known as the portrait of the artist Prince as a young man

Sinéad O’Connor said she saw his eyes change to a devil’s, contract is damned

Contact is banned, I am damned and live the life of an anchorite

Anchored by my nightly trips outside, I live to see the insides

Wildly tearing at the weak flesh, anyone nearby could be next

Low, prone through the yards, sticking to bushes and fences

My arrival unexpected like the Tet Offensive, pensieve to panicked

Realising you won’t need your pension, won’t use those vouchers

Won’t see those flowers you planted grow, get one letter into oh no

Before I slit your throat, our silhouettes against the gloam like a grizzly

Grand Guignol, the peace of ancient Rome is a ruin and a single road

Over you like the Rhodes bouncer, your blood is like a slowing fountain

On all fours I lick at your essence, essenes want to give me an exorcism

Mechanism of soul saving, I am bloated from human gravy, save me

Save you I won’t stop killing until I’m in the tomb

Molly Bloom how I research metempsychosis in my bedroom

Slaughterlord I am god’s last exhorder

Under judicial orders scientists are tasked with diagnosing my disorder

My head has boarders, my astral eyesight is borderless, broad swathes

Through which I drift rudderless, awaiting the black saint

My church is responsible for the sell out of black paint

I flagellate myself, back pain, my black priest’s backpay

Back pat for my worst habits, blasted rat 

Impropriety halls and holdfasts of the mighty

Sundered righteously by the almighty

Keys open doors, seated at his right hand huffing nitrous

Counting out dice game winnings, Croseus of the corners

Midas style my gaff decked out with golden idols, singed bibles

Trials, a maze in the style of a trident

Viles rites, nights I can’t remember Joe Biden

In hiding only biding time, waltzing, borrowed dimes

Borrowing lines from the father of lies, committing crimes

Feeding your entrails to pigs, hexing the porcine, sty

Rank with human bones, a jar of eyes, ties made from human thigh skin

Split stomach a pool I dive in, skiving down the lane, hiding behind bins

When unwary citizens walk in, something stopping to piss, others seeking sin

Sequences of numbers change into action-bidding words, violent verbs

Venus in furs, all your magic denying Vernon Dursleys draw a circle

My full time black circle as busy casting hexes and wearing starry purple robes

Unafraid to smite a potential cheesebiter, right his manners, right hook

Bleeding into a cursed chalice as I read malice from a skinbound book

Your every nook and cranny explored by my lancet’s sharp

I hear harpies playing harps, I hear screaming from the bike sheds

I shed my skin, an alchemical wedding me and an evil witch