Alchemisland

Unflagging, unflappable, clinker-dragging wind In battering ram flurries self-expending. Expedient rending, thatches tore, slates fell, Holes developed in well-worn awnings, despite myriad warnings. Defrocking, menhir-knocking tempest. Restless tents sway in windwhip like widdershins ships parading, Walls expanding wing-akin, lifted skin reveals naked sin. Rigid stays torn away. At gale’s boastful most, nearest Boreas’ throat A…

Such amazing weights borne gracefully Words marry with tasteful ceremony Fate-binding winds before they turn away from me Bloodletting, praying beside vials of incorruptible saintblood Waves raising all heights like raving arms at night’s zenith Queenly-seeming, seething until the next comes speeding in. My eye colour tide like an unstill coverlet Flagging rudder of Mother…

In my sight vivid dye-excited tribes Waves of soon-dying waves. Water dies to avoid mavenhood’s indignity, only babes and the erased. Born-dying on racing track birth canals, haste of life unallowable: Flower’s change of countenance; Child growing into brother’s trousers, from mousy to accountant. Raging at pace, at step, at incredible haste At words hardly…

Not a gangbanging lad, Frankly don’t understand ’em, fam. When hanged, you’ll all dangle same time, The hangman assures you’re all dropped the same angle; Piss dripping from cooling, hardening ankles. Full of anger but budget constraints straight demand new angles, Reprimanded because I’m sandwiched between new management And campaign veterans with tenure who’re unmanageable.

Metallica how nothing else matters Face flattened against glass Marvelling at patterns interstellar craft carved Left for us in a gallery of grass to regard Driving a battered sleek black Skoda Passenger seat sket named Clodagh From Collon near Drogheda in Louth Nicely dressed if you can call that clothed Messy mattress replaced my back…