Alchemisland

Furtive about courtesy of truth

Pretending it’s all fountaining out now

Like you can’t control what’s coming out

Sit down in your life jacket before you’re drowned in all this chatter nattering

I evince candour’s lack in your tactical, redacted tracts and passages

In my version we went further, yours is further from the truth

Than the mainstream media, mine is the eyewitness, yours the wikipedia

Yours is fiction far from fact full of inexact phrases and tactical evasions

I remember you stood in the doorway for ages, stumbler on the threshold

Tarot Fool, looming at feast’s edge seldom joining the festivities, pheasant

Flighting at the slightest of trajectory changes, catches me going fast

Tractor beams intractably gleaming fasten to my ship despite shields

And space-folding-flipping-thereinjiffy-zippy warp capability, rescinding infinity

The twin lures melt away, leaving only now, no pendulous carrots

No ghosts of carrots past eaten fast with no thought for the rootless world

Post nuclear blasts, alas to have as many facets in youth as manhood

To be as crafty and fastidious at man’s half as when passing life’s halfway markers

My craft zooms toward her larger vessel, making light my ample ballast

I feel it will be our last hurrah, this Nautilus body which conveys my sarcasm

From room to room from hour to hour, fast forwarded withering flower

Wrecked ships, fists of crushedbug iron set to spinning until the universal heat death

Inexplicable mystical explosions bookend infinity, how can infinity be limited

I am within a docking bay filled with locked steel boxes, fierce rectangles 

Like ice age cat carriers, designed for safe transference of ache-ired smilodons 

From cave-manse to shaman’s lazaret, a minaret bolstered by a central beam

An oaken djed, a pagan newel post with a syringine minaret

Brindleskinned and acne’d with rough finials like twatted noses

Around which flapped a greasy motley of rank furs

Narrower to the point and afterwards swooping outward

Like power-denoting robes clasped at the throat, coating the sloping shoulders

Of some cold-skinned giant queen, from the gleaming crystalline dream

Of gelid Hyperborea, cold without and taxingly humid within

Heat akin to full sun equipped with many unthin layers

Back to the ranch, snapping branch sound blanches the screen, resounding

Sounds like something stirring underground, reality snap back slapped cheek

Reddens like a creek where leaking heroes, finding at last fealty’s fickleness

His friend his foe his killer, seething in the silt, grieving the hilt and wobbling pommel

Invading his flesh.