Alchemisland

Marrow’s memory whose tremolo’s tremor and nightmare

Frightened in some titanic, ice-lit beyond, where sight dares not.

Her carelessly fired arrows vagabond

O’er Paris like shadows of old bondage,

Showering with bird physiology shadows cobbled streets

In a quiet yonder of cobbled together book plots and borrowed memories

Scattering the tamed sparrows of my levelled temper.

The monster I trapped has asked after parole’s perhaps.

I have been this and that, miserable and glad, no role lasts that

Amounts to a hat or a sash enhancing the natural man.

My heart’s narrow apartment the last spacious accommodation

Knockers I turned away, potential angels, despite protestations

That the mangiest manger would suffice this due Christ.

Thorned my crown like the gorse blazing Summer’s endorsement

When the weather’s course turns distinctly Norse.

Long as a horse face

The laced line I’m forced to take in order not to fade.

When day’s first ray claim stakes

My mistake making mind

Sets off at horserace pace

Day is the least patient denomination.