Alchemisland

Finally served notice, mustard cutter Now it’s just road and dust, another Town, mutters behind locked shutters Shuddering in the floodlight rings The destitute writhing in rag piles despite abundance Throat tight like someone fixed the rope, face white I must do what’s right for me, even if it spites another See some other person…

Cuffs clapped on  Hands clasped behind back  Stops clapping  Asp snapping back harming charmer Fangs deep sank, poison like jam spreading Endings tending toward dreadful  Headful of no ending sentences Senescence entropic tendency in everything the cell death  Spells death the ice breath in summer Not long before the land goes under Mummer tales reified…

Steel by my side slip inside a saloon and join the pasteboards Sawdust thrown on the floorboards to soak up upchuck, lords And ladies pay to be away from such places, I take my place Big blind I keep pace, half stack, soon down to brass tacks Hobnail boots up for grabs, lose them fast…

Hard as nails Hitting dusty trails Riding away on a grey bay, coyotes bay at a marmoreal moon A rock fringed with daisy chains, memorial to those who came before Changed this place pick and hod, we hold you more Worthy of reverence, we are unworthy ancestors, separate From your temperate ways, these are temperate…

At times come out slow as a Fiat with a flat tyre Pipe black firing, press the button for black fire Pedal to metal off into the night Peddler of wares Untiringly inspired, you come out in black tie Attired for my acidic satires, satyrs with lyres By my side plucking high notes, open throated…