Alchemisland

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.

Her curves in the dark merged with the backlighting pyre Days of backbiting, screaming bloody murder Ended up packed on the curb waiting for a cab Or a hearse, convinced her to stay on the basis That it gets worse before it gets better, improvements daily Trying to keep it real, be as pragmatic as…

A lot of dirt to wade through when you’re talking austere ages Under queer, jew-hating Archbishop McQuaid What hurtful shells do you get paid through lately?