Alchemisland

Scanning the streets, I know they have the scent of me

Supernatural aspect of beef, sixth senses activated

Finally a use for those hunter instincts from the ice age

We’re made up of different stages, iterations

Maintaining cells made for primal rages, for giant elk hunts,

And removing Nemean lion manes, engaging mammoths,

Snaring rabbits and deferring pleasure, dangling carrots

We mimic and parrot, that much apparent

We are all of us Paris, lover aberrant heir apparent backstabber

Hearts snow and lava, we’re elements added together

We are eminent and sent here, evidently

There is something special about our sentience

More than science can reckon

I never present myself for inspection

If they cop my cough, the infection’s extent

They would lock me up in a windowless room with a single vent

A grate on the floor to sluice my piss, daily vaccines, a mendicant

In the medical sense, I wouldn’t be let out, can’t talk to another soul

They wear white masks and white robes, they come and go

Grub no one right minded could eat served on partitioned trays

I sway back and forth, trying to free my hands from the jacket chains

Gonna change to a Houdini in my make up, nothing I can’t escape from

I’m Queen wanting to break free, more easily said than done but I’m a freak

Annointed with double jointedness, a blessing when in a mess or bind

I dip, dive, writhe and contort until my hands behind come frontside

I slip my confines and await the arrival of my rivals

I stand tackle ready by the door jambs

They bring my brekkie, I’m in my jams

Surprise like confetti I’m on them ripping hair, coked-up yeti energy

Hellsent me, I squeeze him until his eye size increases

Skin colour Ribena, I take his get up and don it

I raid the pill room for a full stock of what – I’m on it

Can’t be admonished, I have adversaries to demolish

And additions to my wallet, profits to increase

Prophecies to descry in onyx tablets

Beholder’s face returned back blacker

It shows me the inner monster but good and evil gone beyond

Like a lobster outsmarting the pot, glitchier than Get Got

I feel like a cutting edge new product, you’re storebought

I’m finely wrought, manufactured but fractured

A shadow manhood, I am a machine full of ghosts, Majnun

Masters have none, faster the demons are summoned

Once I have a better grasp of spoken Latin, I come open handed

But leave laughing a masonic master, I grasp my mask.