Alchemisland

Cough like I’ve been mustard gassed due to all the fags Tab ash in the Bulmers ashtray so tall it needs branches Redwood tall my stack, appallingly strong snacks Deadwood I’m a denizen thereof, born baddy Boys riding out, they’re on some Tennyson shit Tense all the time, fearing terrorism on trains What a way…

Can’t hear the man’s name, strained voice  Like the works are constrained, spiders crawling up flushing drains Move fast, a man fleeing battle His unit, that creek no paddle Creaking knees, rusted Talos Tallow skin turned to mush Mustard gas, troops from Russia Hussars on horseback wearing busbies I see mustard gas floods rushing toward…

Halfway through March, days still dark as a killer’s heart Hark, hear the stark android harmonies from the multi-storey car park Joyride for a lark, end up sliced in half Fifteen car crash mid morning Manhattan traffic Windows smashed, urgent need for body bags Every carhorn played, from the blaze arose a hazy tornado of…

What rhymes with intimacy  In my mind she’s into me Won’t repeat what she said to me How quickly venom breeds Quicker than breathing after running in denims, run a lap or catch a sentence Stormdrain a gat fast, faster than a kill kill kill pussycat Not my first rodeo Got something sandwiched there, Oreo…

Taking selfies in the sun, each one with a different woman Seven that week, one each night, a different wonder Not a single one of them came from Dublin, where it rains All day, dirty cobbles and a sky that’s grey, grave-smelling river Puts paid to any notion that we are this Land’s caregivers Even…