Alchemisland

Lightbringer fell in a shock of dark-boring beams

Like a dropped flashlight tumbling down a mineshaft

Below, the city like a UFO crashsite.

Over Dublin the hum of Guinness farts, piss and shite.

Why does every second cunt who wants to write try

Ulyssesisize Dublin 5?

Cities unfurling as the Worm turns to spite early birds.

To be inspired, everything in my life must be let burn.

Enspired, dying atop staves and pikes amidst Wallachian ice for eternity.