Alchemisland

Like a mugger she backs me up My thunderous magnum with shaved off numbers Don’t mean that ice cream you’re nomming on during Summer Saved it just for you, trained so you won’t outrun or outdo me Out to prove what I can make with a tool, food and some fools Trains for exchanges, it’s…

Fry day  Start the day with a slapdash fry up breakfast Crack eggs first Shells spiderwebbing against bowl rim  Giving with little resistance, spilling out  Into the oily pan slick it slides formless  Sizzling, gaining colour as it warms  Toast, rounds of toast That the rack can go around twice and still boast slices  Butter…

Keepsakes of days you want to remember Though you’re sure you’d recall them anyway A ticket stub fondled to illegibility  The only one you ever felt was eligible  You didn’t know whether she felt it herself  You didn’t think to ask Because you’re selfish  So you thought of yourself  In all things saw yourself  So…

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…