Walking like I just nailed the exams
My schizo-Cheshire smile baulks a passer
Eyes wide, my lidless pride sees him abscond his eyelids
I feel like pyres burning in Gondor, seen from here to Eriador
My wide strides bell at bottom, expanding massively
Like the euphemistically-borrowed sleeves of wizards,
Famously capacious, were reused to give my tubes ampler space.
Speaking space and wizards, I come fresh from the lodge of Isis
Unfortunately, prior commitments meant I had to dip out quickly
As a learned brother expounded on his lately being hounded
By bodiless commands, purportedly hailing from the Dog star
Sirius, he was dead serious about this business
Since, he had become obsessed with things Assyrian
In the chipped warp of onyx scrying mirrors, seeking signs
In Illyrian climes climbing, sought traces of what he thought were lines
Ancient leys lain by ancient Atlantean masons
That’ll be the day
All Nazis masquerading as plain old pagans out celebrating
These people are deranged but it’s nice to have a place
Where you can speak that way and still be accommodated
Most places would have you chained up, carted away
If you started up harping on about what centaurs ate
Robert Graves had his day.
These scouts. It’s all coded handshake
And don’t sample OTO lightcakes if Grant baked them
Out and frankly glad, that talk was bad
Half these people think they’re the reborn Frater Achad
Evincing bad dads in backgrounds the way some lads exalt masters.
Hail a cab
Thumb of my jewelled hand
One pulling in, eagle landing
I offer it to a flaxen-haired Anglo-Saxon woman pushing a battered pram
Who, redfaced with cold, bows thanks, a miraculous medal dangles
By the phantom suggestion of her jacketed breasts, I nod back
How’s that for working on my anger?
Alchemisland 
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