Alchemisland

Lonely, smoking bones in lanes with dozy menaces

Three days without sleeping, pores seeping out haze

Bright lightful bringer of flame, crew a light brigade from Tennyson’s pages

Seeing hues of changing seasons in the splayed canopy of greenest St. Stephen’s

They come and I’ve got it, they gum it to feel iconic, that’s the best sequence

For me, keep it quick and easy, squeaky clean

Tough mobsters from a different county came to try and squeeze me

To come cleanly their brutal torture pleased me

By pain alone, healthy men were reduced to frail states of strong seizure

I have lived for leisure, for the spending of monies leant me

I never saw the length of life for day’s end, for me there was no light

I was born grave sent near Graveshead, I love the work of Robert Graves

And I am not saint but vainly have imagined a peerless fearsome halo above my head

Like the crown of a wild king seated on a marbled throne, seashells in recesses

Genes recessive, gleaming obsession, steaming blood marks lamb’s obsolescence

Gloved hands, deed’s unpleasant but pheasant’s blood enyouths a damsel

I’m more confused than a game playing youth reading reports by Ansem

Dark stars shooting like prank candles, space seeming to pace back and forth

Stark, soot shade night, like a spade suit on the peeling pasteboard a gambler handles hot for a score

Dark ingress, forbidden congress

Long in tooth concubines and footless catamites

Hurried to my chamber from hatching mines

To satisfy and occupy my monstrous fetishes.