Alchemisland

Hacking up cupsful of unguentish gunk tonight

This Irish hack’s elbow-backed sleeves

Heavy with influence and nasal greenings.

The unworthy student’s tutor’s seedy leavings are eaten.

Tho’ amply penned with fleeting litres of eager ink

Lasting sentence eludes,

Whilst unworthy greeting card truisms provide o’er-effusive.

Inanimate tractless golems these poems of mine,

Unmine that stolen mead-wine, which Odin purloined eagleine.

I am crest-lowered

My kneeling depresses thirsty cress, lost in reflection.

Fortune cookie pronouncement sized keys to life

A golem’s borrowed ambulating ability about my

Uncoordinated walkaways.

My page blank in the same way a razed place whispers maize mazes,

Stuck as a legless refuse-to-ducker upon a scar-puckered ice rink,

Waiting rooms full of claimants and deep thinkers waving old statements.

Tract’s loam: map to bone, chair-ivying jacket to jagged ebon throne.