Alchemisland

Day lasting long legs up to neck

Pave and bonnet hot enough to fry eggs, scotch bonnet

Swanneck colour and elegant

Pelican how much her mouth takes

There again, counting takings

She’s licking together a makings

Soothe my bones addled, achings

Sprayed hay came from Northern China

A system of trainlines and skyflights

Railing lines is the high life

Machine gun BPM spraying from the hifi

Chunky speakers from the 90s

Chunky sneakers from the 90s on my feet

Sprite defeats my thirst, tongue cotton sheets when I’m getting high

Coming up like a knight ladderclimbing, fewer arrows whizzing by

Fewer oil-webbed body piles

I’ve gone miles standing still beneath the lights

My floodlight souls defeat the night

Hack up slime half bile for half a while

Light a smoke and crack a smile

Scratching my armpits like I took Krokodil or crack

My lips cracked like a whip enacted

Drinking like a washed up actor around the back

Trying to rouse old passion

Gang of lads walk by don’t say hi or offer hassle, could be a madman

Why else would he be hanging out in the alley at half past three

When witches have their freedom

Satanic treasons, dark believers in threes convene

At a tree by lightning divided into the form of an idol

Hands aloft in love-chagrining triumph

Marlboro my only gold

I take a light to it like Guy Fawkes wanted to do it

I imagine thronerooms full of old heirlooms, all of it coated in lighter fluid

Fumes such that duress the eyes until the beholder cries, leaving quietly

Leaving behind fire you won’t quench with a hundred firefighters.