Alchemisland

Rowing a leaky boat through the world’s throat

GOAT at owning, all-knowing I cut to bone

Equipped with what a dead man alone knows

Knows his runs, dips down avoids congestion

Chest congested, phlegm there nested

All sanity has flown the nest

Flat a mess, grease-stained vest

Won best dressed in a Faces of Death box set

I box Set to show Isis I’m beholden to Osiris

Sister-wife, she mine, her irises an amethyst sunshape, an icy monstrance

Nothing seems constant, knife screams monstrously, a dagger before me

A dagger performing what only a dagger could, the cut it left jagged

Her skin jacinth, chalet smell jasmine, she moves like jazz rhythms zig zag

Drum pouch full of small bags ideal for gumming, fag hags and stag don’ts.