Alchemisland

Seeing myself reflected in the matterful, patterful works

Of the great O’Flaherty

Only dipped in acid

I want to salute beneath a windbattered flag unflagging

I want to take a single bag and break for the loneliest off-moon sea

I want my heart and country painted green

I want an obscenely large, comical key

The streets’ freedom

Darkness and light, no goodies only baddies

Look at Arbuckle Fatty

Less flattering after that party in his pad, ass grabber no asking

Nothing surprises when surmising the passions of Babylon.