Alchemisland

My mirror sheened to shining, my white dyed like spearmint

Some strict say they won’t have it near them, I clear them out 

Show them clearly what’s dear to me, it’s not dear to me

Pay fifty for a twenty five, give the change to a homeless guy

My poems read less often than a hundred page user agreement upon installation

Inshallah, someday I will be rated among the greats, we are a writing nation

I find my lack of audience puzzling, is it the words, their length, or something

Else, is it the endless pleas for wealth in spite of the shit hand God dealt me

I’m hotter inside than smelting ore, my core is orpiment, my orders are enforced

Reluctantly of course

Zahi Hawass denies that Crowley’s eyes saw Aiwass on the sands

He had all the talent despite finishing last often, worst in class

Graduation annual asked who is least likely to win back

Money they lost, my name said most, at the feast I’m a ghost

Goldeneye eating curried goat tastes of sweaty elbow, relentless self promoter

A lot of offers, a lot of buzz around me like bee-loud clover

Dozen or more, never rains it pours, comes all of a sudden

The poor will taste riches, the rich will experience stitchless back no pot to piss in

Time in the kitchens, incisions into the roasting chicken temperature checking

Not impressed with any recent offerings, my aural orifices bored

Hotpress list of year’s best, the long-living undo their good doings, better dead

Punk used be a movement, the youth revolting against corruption and pollution

Now it’s a suit, biker jacket more zips than a ziploc factory, black army surplus boots

Everytime straight away correct buttons to hit my limit breaker

Gil enough a bank to break, pay Yojimbo, pray he hits Zanmato

Can’t be mad anymore, reality made elastic long practising zen master

Time that little break fell at and my flat vanishes behind weed miasm

Water diviner tool shaped like a Y, turning sticks to riches

Stick to my riches like Spiderman to the side of a building

What got you to the dance stand beside it, more chance

Than Monopoly on Family Night, martini drier than Brian

From Family Guy, droll style, pet loyal never deny knowing any of my guys

Day of trial came I was palefaced three times denying knowing Christ

Daily taking more drug payloads than Ammon Hillman suspected of ancients

Daisy chains in the wood of waking, tainting myself with poppy milkshakes.