Alchemisland

My drug jockeys hockey player violent

When they can’t buy my devil’s doc leaf,

Or a little sprinkle of Bold powder to spread out across their keys,

Promises to remove creases, streaks and stains from your satins.

Sicily, she hails from there originally,

Probably has a mafia incident in the family history,

And a hidden clod plot with crops of soon-potted olive oil.

Should have known: nails grown out painted black, curly hair sable,

Made for taking fistfuls mid tryst.

Well able, always available, never fitful,

Does exactly what’s on the label,

Hungry pitbull near my belt label.

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Smacked arse harmless

Can’t say as much for our choice of afters,

Black tar armfuls to trippy flamenco guitar music, barmy.

Out on the balcony because in bed, in her arms, it’s too balmy,

Palms clammy because it’s swampy.

Sampled her clams, not found wanting; no claims resulting.

No shame flooding my cheeks, colour a bare-cheek Russian

In mushing weather, kind that pushed Napoleon and Hitler to tether’s end.

My story never ends, in an ends called Nether

Telling a clever hopeless, soon homeless, to never say never

Then I ask for two tenners; if you don’t have it, make you a tenor

Singing your pin code into my beller, my fella at the automated teller,

Tell ’em or we’ll attach rocks to stretch your bell end

Your family will hear bells knelling your end

Kneeling and standing, red-eyed from crying, rent.