Alchemisland

I’m hitting keys

Like Sora in Kingdom Hearts fighting the Heartless

Things I’m seeing

Befit a Lord of black art practice, far from harmless

These faraway farms and purportedly-quiet hamlets.

Lose face in the local and you’ll be given to a wicker man on Michaelmas

I’m in rural idyll, more leaf by niggle than nickelbags of dank by overpasses

Garda heli pass over, I’m hungry as Moses before passover

Passed on this morning’s manna, gotta think of my asshole

Make a hole and shit into it

The next person going that way thought it was mole trace

Of Pharaoh’s retinue, 600 chariot, waves left no trace

I’m not saying I’m part alien from a different race from outer space

But my spilled blood hisses like frying chicken and corrodes away

Anywhere it lingers, I seem to encounter mystical incident

When I go ninja I’m practically invisible, bathed in pulped infants

I robed in folded night become a twin to sightless infinity

For real magickal gains, the first chain to slip is dignity

The noose around the neck of frail, useless liberty

The nippletip head of a liberty cap in my neck, mind-stretching

Coming up retching by rowan trees, floaty feeling, Ur-connection.