Alchemisland

Mug with an Egyptian scene, gold writing, for imbibing lean Got gold pythons on my feet Got those old Nikes, 80 through 93 Oversized black DCs Like I’m off out back practicing nosegrinds and ollies On the grind, nose to the grindstone, got the stoner shit for grinders And shit that’ll grind your nose down…

Nothing I take remakes me  Nothing offers escape My flaking scalp raked  My tallow candle naked  Eating chains and snakes  In exchange for change  At the bottom of a black lake I find the sundered statue’s tyrant face  Once the Lord of this place  Emperor, Godking of all domains  Trying to reframe my losses  Trying…

Burnt out cars, gouged out eyes Buildings bombed to scale model size Meal-blackening heat drove one survivor from a bunker Outside he was immediately carbonised Flies now in great droves descend to the bodies site “It will be OK, child” A merciful mother lies Everywhere death, everything demise A second sun, brighter, then all light…

Sat at table’s head, with an ahem and an amen Abou Ben Adhem retired to bed at meal’s end Steps his head so perfectly mapped he could traipse lampless unscathed On the bedside chest the Lathe of Heaven laid to rest Medals twenty the Lady of Heaven heavy against his chest His pillow he found…