Alchemisland

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…

A massive explosion shakes the classroom  Clocks judder, blocks scatter, pictures clatter Valley peoples scattered like dead man’s ashes  No more this slow, placid time of asking.

Incision above the cloud’s beltline Sky colour bleached limes, a no-patch cow  Sun gut peeking out Enough sun, it’s petering out now Black rabbit souls, those ash clouds  Sounds of armies clashing High up in the mountain passes Staining the glaciers The sun went out forever Like a hobo.

A great black basking shark  Circles the Blasket at night Invisible in the his-eye dark  Only those who bear the mark  Can sell and bring their goods to market.

Dependent on drugs, no floaties jump the boat Chuck myself in at the deep end Gem-ended the pendant Hugging my wife’s breast, gold thread at throat Platinum and gold mixture enfolding an opal No less than the best, looking royal out in Tallaght Looking met gala, look at this crooked fuck we met in Kinsala…