Alchemisland

Shining purple and yellow Petrol in puddle lips Lass covered in sticknpoke tats neck to ass Ears skewered safety pins Her torso like a landscape dotted with petroglyphs.

Never earthed like a virgin, aversion to any dearth For how long can one feasibly abstain? A month or longer Each night my bed stained like church panes Refracting rainbow light breaking against the back of a sinner praying Through framed glass stained St Stephen broken by stones for failing to condone an ill reign My…

Eager to fill empty spaces with pointless conflations No tears when my years of work meet conflagrations Fill these quaking pages Before the hungry quail returns His voice of confirmation, gently urging, never urgent.

Writing quickly, like the defibs already fizzing My Dorian portrait dripping Deposit’s down, few quid for my headstone’s round Black cars, carved slabs Speech snatches, mourning parlour, all ready All they’re waiting for is a carload Coffinbound, knocked down Frida Kahlo Closer each cough Will popping clogs get me in the Prado? Grave dogs chasing…

The Sea Peoples set sail Offerings made to propitiate The waves, which fail Indefensible walls with gun-mounted railings Prove frail Paling against the rage Of wave-borne invaders.