Alchemisland

Not long for this world I abhor

Born malformed, wrong for it yet lord thereof

Pica I’ll eat anything

Peek out, hatpeak only, see anything?

Coast clear, hand me a planet shaped pill

To lash down, no aqua vita, hat down eyes like a sick owl

Hash burning down, ash tray a grey mountain, butt mound

Her butt round as Arthur’s table, hair sable, dick like a table leg

Keeps me stable, type a photographer uses to camera raise

Lost faith but lots weight, a lot changed in your absence

Past a different country we don’t inhabit

Constantly being challenged, price of being champion

Can’t stand being managed, see advice as a lampoon

Raid the room, I made the wound

I read the room and raise the roof

Boots stamping along to handclapping, thought the stands would collapse

More poison voiced by me than an asp in the lap of a sad Egyptian queen

Marc Antony’s fleet reduced to jetsam, romantic death in a djed shadow

At the edge of shadow, mallow coloured moon shedding tallow light

Through an open casement in my bedroom, womb of mind, of mine

Divine for me more ways to smile than drug imbibing

I won’t be one of those ex druggies who loves the Bible

Snide about it despite a former life of muggings and knife crime

I’ve sold work to wined-up mothers trying to smother the pain of consequence

Too young to act their age, smoking too much hay as a consequence

Consequently, I worm my way into the confidence of someone mid twenties

Wheel well opposite of empty, he takes the shots if he’s caught by officers

I tell him to shove a bundle of crack rocks in any available orifice

No lawyer can get you off this, not even Bob Massingbird

Mum’s the word if you’re observed, or it’s pure murder in the first.