Alchemisland

Madness of dogs Glory-hogging stars, boxes full of faraway Grenfell fires Burning churches of a bell-less age, fateful as starfall these strange days Cards fanned prophetically across the table’s forked-clay velvet coverlet A palm extended expectant, silver slapped like cash-strapped Judas Recalls fates, later days, marital arrangements Pertinent dates, whether death awaits Faraway or closer…

Water the colour, smell and thickness of fresh manure Minus the bit of warmth that makes it endurable Land’s incurable ailments pale and fade upon sailing Nothing to a soul failing braces like leaning on the railing Feeling the healing spray on one’s face, losing sight of the bay Further out, further like a stray…

Take that it’s faceflat  Floor of a mate’s flat Acme trap, flat as that Flat as a yoga mat Face white as low fat yoghurt Everyone there was frozen Thinking I’d gone to open-armed Odin Most took one two most, I gobbled a dozen My stomach was rumbling, it was hot as an oven Ask…

Smoked enough so much to look tough  Room looked gassed, coughing laughing  Until my lungs collapsed like a chair  Under a fat ass How dare you suggest  We cut class like a cutlass and spend the day Doing class shit, living fast, smoking grass  One lump of black hash full of plastic  We smoke it…

Snorted all the festive gloaming from inside the globe Then faceplanted like a pensioner in the snow Knackered and gnashers brittle with gurning and rattling Like armies armoured in plaque and enamel were battling Given my score, camel through a needle Me to heaven, considering past batteries Fuck that, I barrel roll through the hole…