Alchemisland

C’mon man, come out and talk to me

I’m out like someone who got caught

At Montauk, freezing sea breeze raw to the bald or bearded

As is salt to the sawn defeated.

Dog stars, faun hymns, recurrent threes, vault trips

Mothman sightings every evening

Calls back from across the rift

Impractically strong bift. Single gong hit and I

Cannot recall what buttons to push in the lift. Try

Six.

To a mournful Styx-side rock

My well-rocked yellow boat’s docked

Finetoothed readings of my sharptoothed edicts by eejits

Saw me evicted from so-called “leaderless” Eden

No matter how loud I screamed

The bouncers, wielding fiery swords, would not let me fetch my leaf

Which in all the commotion had come away,

Like a precocious youth from an edifying tale.

Preachers legion whilst holy saints are disappearing

Flaking Sistine ceiling, a league of greenskinned demons

Of an unsettling undersea appearance

One’s Leaden period.