Alchemisland

My roaming eye consuming all it descries Forming Roman times from desk debris Paper piles become temple sides High steps swept with birdblood in turbulent, ergot-coloured times. The neck-wrangling crook of my involuntary sigh Wrenches me from astral visions of a returning triumph Parading lowered chiefs and treasure piles The sheafs of the chief’s fasces…

Hacking up cupsful of unguentish gunk tonight This Irish hack’s elbow-backed sleeves Heavy with influence and nasal greenings. The unworthy student’s tutor’s seedy leavings are eaten. Tho’ amply penned with fleeting litres of eager ink Lasting sentence eludes, Whilst unworthy greeting card truisms provide o’er-effusive. Inanimate tractless golems these poems of mine, Unmine that stolen…

The ephebe who hid all glee at piquing witty Wilde’s interest The canvas of many sordid, vicious wishes His marble lips worn away like dissolving stitches Statue crumbs powder a closeted curator’s apron Which he swishes away with a lifetime’s patience.

Her home and pride was Northern Ireland; to her Norn Iron. Grassy, my environment pleasing to a gassy bovine Limits learn yours, told her I know mine Spliff demanded a cough tithe Hackthroated, near to croaking Looked over at me cock-eyed, astounded Her ability to boss me about circumscribed Curtained garden certain mercury required, murky…