Alchemisland

My debased art has no place in the academy That loud rejection followed me like a shadow One plant they ensured deadheaded before it gathered steam They were, to say it mildly, unkeen On my tear-painted snapshots of a Goddess’ rape By blur-draped wraiths Our fate I hate to say Is a thousand year reign…

All day inside Backsliding, often one must do oneself kindness When I’m rhyming My consciousness creeps kite high Scraping my eye with a paper’s edge To attain the folded vision of legend Naming the bird before it is fledged Taming the wind before the arrow is fletched Seeing the empty spaces before she has fled…

Dreaming, dreaming of lost history Of self-antsizing cosmic mystery  Of sawmouthed sirens  Of event horizon tyrants  Travelling tens of millions of miles  Untired, cleaving a Byron sky  Creamy stars whisking by  To calm me, keep whiskey by All dark things astride tonight Abounding, bounding Pounding where they might.

Flattened you on laps, lad Few slaps’ll wise your bap Waiting for trapped cerise to turn kelly green, rubberburn, too determined Nox spits spurting out the sump wets the rubble, in unhumble purple You’re getting fattened on rashers Don’t take the hump at the fact that I’m seeing so much grass like the cover of…

Seeing myself reflected in the matterful, patterful works Of the great O’Flaherty Only dipped in acid I want to salute beneath a windbattered flag unflagging I want to take a single bag and break for the loneliest off-moon sea I want my heart and country painted green I want an obscenely large, comical key The…