Alchemisland

Ball non stop like a marble in a perpetual motion machine

Promotion machine, lean by the ocean, new sheen

Leaning into it, drug dependent

Pull the rug out on a dependent

Thick chains pendent from my neck

Dent with my pen, slit neck

Slick roads when it’s cold

Don’t drive too quick might end up slipping and wrecking

Always ball, all day, big balls; risk on the way

To the top, rocket-trajectory

Fit check by my director: Balencis, ballies and ballcourts the size of valleys

You could land a B52 in my back alley

Retire to the lake, spin on the galley

Beksiński’s, John Martyn’s, house walls like a gallery

Entire cabinet devoted to stuffed pine martens

Virgins and Virgils in alcoves

Plinths alike strewn with votive tokens.