Alchemisland

Storm’s to break this evening they keep saying, but it never settles The storm blowing westward, and will go on forever Pity, I found comfort in how rain made days repeat Oh not me, I love being out Preening while she speaks Up and out and about, about it all Being seen in the streets.

My eyes are sent into an eagle. The city is sound sieged and draped in star-stealing electric hangover. On the clocktower, watching zeppelins bobbing like cartoon jellyfish, Rosy fireballs rising in a fabulous stream, away out of sight, The dreams and prayers and hopes: For cures, for alms, for doping balms, for ends to plight.…

This is the realest real A moment’s realization, the answer appeared Damascene conversion after twelve, thirteen beers Break the seal like I’m torturing sealife Piss with zeal against the steeple Unfinished cathedral of my life, the city fell to siege Now, the holy places teem with unreasonable demons Sad though it is to say I…

Blackness returning after a camera flash My habitat this gashgiving pit of broken glass One more gas hit, just to get me up the ladder Her tear-streaked mask resting in her lap like a cat Tracing my spent zeal’s silvery snail lines to my bone-cobbled evil lair They emerge alert, half-murdered and burnt, deracinated.

Here since four, here until four Rewinding old laughter, seeking out heretofore hidden slyness My simping eye, once-famed descrier, led away from finding. Nothing before matters, it is what comes after A whole raft of things you gave as gifts, for which I’ve zero use I suppose they’ll be good as fuel Smiling back from…