Alchemisland

Bad paring leads to broken pencil, bad for bedtime

Tearing is bad like the fashion wasn’t tensile

All my utensils rusted red, old musty bucket full of grit

Butterfly or a bulletbelt, soon taking flight someone’s name inscribed on the side

Silken welkin, lights at the bottom of the well of heaven

Missiles occlude comet passage, smashing the holy land

Levant’s grandeur reduced to rubble by Shamir’s acid

Völvas in spirit states enter violent trance, casting aspersions like lances

Names for those seeking answers, the source of that haunting, the name of the cancer

Lists of medical terms like goetic demons from a skinbound codex in a Roman basement

Rolodex statement classed it under demonic infestation, words so minute they require magnification

I’ve got a magnet in me which drags me toward things ancient, things strange, disarray

I pray it everyday; let riot-headed chaos thrive and thus change the forever today

A thumb holding fast a page longing turning

Earnings turning favour, aligning with long yearnings

A long journey I will ne’er repeat, replete with golden streets

Orpiment brickroad to Oz, a sick old man under the delusion he’s a God

Eastgoing out of Eden, toward Nod where vehement Cain spent days

He had many spare, most spending not one third his days sport grey

Hair but he looked as he did on that fateful day when uncaring rage smote Abel’s name

Maimed evil lay claim to this cursed world, from where flighty goodness takes vacation

An age of change is no age at all, time flows faster in freefall, the pit without balls

The pendulum recalls the ways and deaths of all men, moving from and to a center

Along the grey pavements, hoping it ends in ascension, these essential needs centre

A man in need of hope, I cannot go on I cannot face another day but another day I face

Wearing another’s face, each rostered shift total soul rape, I shift forward in my seat

Like I feel a grape under twelve mattresses, I hold my hand out the casement and grasp

Trying that way to seize the day, I’m unchanged, in chains swaying mistress abeyant

Mistrust her, she has misruled my affections but my erections rule, mistress of pain

Delight my flesh with agonies equal to unsaid apologies owed, tender my oaths

Tenderise me unto a bruised throat.