Alchemisland

Slapped to flush my devotion utter

I cross oceans of wonder to crawl to her toes

Reposed below, cold as a fridge rose in a silk-sundered coffin

I haunt the gutters under Dublin. She is a softening woman

Slaughtered dozens, caught up lovers

Cauterize the flesh you’ve ulcered.

On the porch when I saw your form, shock such

I nearly dropped the blunt you were next to suck.

In storm, I huddle below her umbrellal shopfront;

In form, I struggle not to put everything below

Her mellow wonder. All for one.

A chopped sun mop-needing bled lemon and cum

We smoked lemon haze high grade sprayed, Schönbrunn colour.