Alchemisland

Last night this glass-eyed Titan

Whilst high from weed imbibing

Saw stars as lights on skidding cars

Or coins thrown – pay what’s owed the piper.

Found facile even lashlike missiling lightning

Trining (why?)

Here is to time:

Sweet, delirious Assyrian wine;

Neat, imperial, officious and tidy.

Going by, I spy the slight warlike shape

Of a Grecian trireme beelining for Thrace.

She is a diamond’s replacement. An healing mire.

My cloud-rammed sky was depthful red, of menacing height

Her eyes supplied me with every rhyme. “Try me.”

I finger my ties and wonder what snipped would linger

It seems only one thing is worthwhile. Siren singing

In my right ear and I’m thinking

This cannot be the right gear. Clear signals.

I feel I’m being seen

Just as the sinking me entire recedes;

Take everything, my queen, curtail my spree,

Keep it because your birthday’s on the receipt.