Alchemisland

Damaged sky everycolour Buttery and smudged  Fudged utterly Hues so lovely Pastels so eye-floodingly wondrous  Could only signal some end’s beginning Night frightening and bright  Night, a lid, shattered Like a glass tortoise sent warward Revealing the home of the law  In broad, raw technicolour Like a hawaiian shirt some fat cop wore Red flaring…

The future, crabs in a bucket  Oil sludges, moving sluggish Through city stormdrains Shimmering puddles Pulsing Rome cloak purple and daffodil John Brunner Summer  With Blade Runner weather  Muckers going numb, going under  Their suicidal thunder spin cycles the towers  Themselves peopled by psychos  You know them, a certain type  Who might go there, who…

Chill night marking miles  Mike’s just a chill guy Hands down the pockets of my ill strides  Cold out so soles chilled of my slides Sliding along a meandering mirror  High snow banks to either side  Skaters eighting the ice-encased river  Carving amazing shapes for avians  Proceeding without delay  Won’t you stay with us for…

Hooded ravens like sable priests Branch pulpits, sylvan sermons  Where the river swerves Ancient faces, opaque and shapely Like women from a faded mosaic  Beauty untamed, pagan Stained, sporting abrasions

Mournful, needing more food to function We have not known fun  We have known every inch of the sun  How it falls like a truncheon  When you’re trudging hungrily  Scrounging together enough  For a meagre luncheon That’s never enough Stuffy in layers of jumpers Keep them on because  I haven’t showered in months  Besides, my…