Alchemisland

Cephalocentric, mind home to hosts and heaven Pleasant wonders impressed Upon the depths between sulci Venerating an acéphale, head severed brutally from limb’s measure Old king’s skull dipped in molten gold and set with gems Serving as royal goblet to priests, used during dire midnight rites, hems Dripping with the ink of vengeance Stone pillars…

Up here in the peaks one hears a hidden third man’s speech Reaches repeating seemingly, each yeeting eagerly into the sky Like mirrored trees or crystal keeps in gothic sweep, upward Screeching even eagles fear nesting here, this queer Austere clime, inclement climate uninterrupted The pedant says aloud that he smells trouble ahead The same…

Tap a cask, don a mask join a Marvel gang Part of the group, one of the lads, in the band My adventures live in a stoner’s hand My mind goes where it went for Edgar Allen Poe Amontillado from a baron’s cellar in holy Toledo, grown and sewn by well-groomed virgins Drink it off…

Travelling the world, half viking half Brendan the Navigator Bit of him in all later Irish, we’re the aliens visiting every island Dreams of being a mediaeval pilot, steering the ship through violent Storms, repelling pirate boardings, storming in the lord’s name The vast fortresses of the heathen places, their arts though amazing Convey a…

Over with the laylow, texted the lawless leng man about ounces of yeyo Text back quicker than a slick gunslinger’s wrist, got the bits name the ends I smoke a jay down to the end, compose style conscious, hit reply Got you my guy cash only I spy a train coming in at nine tonight…