Alchemisland

Caught a case of the blues

Nothing a few toots off a J couldn’t shake

Saw a bluejay preening himself near-naked on a near-breaking branch

The place is blanched and grey, gaunt as the gravegoods

Like an avalanche, or a blank page praying to be imprinted today

I wait for the mood to dissipate like smoke from a snuffed-out flame

I try not blaming myself for mistakes I’ve made

Things I’ve more than paid for the price for with self torture

Recalling shared japes, blazing sun lazing long days halcyon daze, Ley

Lines between us confinations or dividers, only diviners can surmise

Late night in the diner, green eyes she’s a tiger

Fries for me, chicken thighs and spicy waffles for her, two ciders icy

Goes down nicely, tastes like July but it’s September, icy outside

I see outside, inwardly sigh how much I’m denied, decide I’ll try

Ask her what’s she doing tonight, fancy moving to mine

For a while, I know by her smile I’m on trial for the next while

Best behaviour and you might get sex type energy

Can’t be unnerved not nervous but edgy, eyes always wide looking sideways

Can’t decide whether I’m made to commit crimes, embrace my evil side

Or act as a wise sage, dispensing dependable advice for the unwily

Everything seems to try me, nothing is easy save for rhyming

So I write, pen equivalent of running miles, no one gives a shite

I know I wasn’t given this style for nothing, something will arrive

At the right time and I’ll add my own spice and get my time

Every dog his day but I’ve waited ages going crazy, no wages

No sign of increasing interest, no way to break through but I’m obsessed

Anyway we eat she leaves bones in a pile on a sideplate, her eyes

Move only slightly but take in everything, a pair of spy planes

Photographing the plain and picking out the high places in case of doomsday

I polish off my drink, pay the guy quick, leave a decent tip despite ill-equipped

For cash giving, have to look good to get a lash on the gash of this mistress

She has the sort of hips that promise mystery even for me, a streak of piss

And misery drinking vinegar all the way up the hill, crucified at the tip

Remember my place is a tip but some opportunities you can’t miss

I’ll tell her wait in the car then I’ll spotless it right quick