Alchemisland

I feel like it’s the opening night of a play Every night since 2008 Hitting a grape vape in the back lane behind the Apiary theatre I’m seeking wisdom, where do I go to see it Hear my pleas, hear a hooting back at me Too wit too woo my wit can wound Sleep comes…

I turn the page, scan then tear it away Consign it to flames, convey to my unconscious What I want from future days, the world obeys In strange, disruptive ways

Temporary abandonment of land All the sons of Adam in attics  I will drown the Sphinx’s maze like a burstbank Nile Covering the black land entire, sand pied as a mire Hippo backs like the bellies of upturned pirate ships Statues rising from the new isthmus, cryptic Cynocephali Holding in left hands god-strung lyres, Giza…

My crocodiles will swim across your thoroughfares My covering will be thorough My words expressed in currents A yearly occurrence What is lost in currency by trade’s lack Is served back ten times over by the land’s attractive bounty Trees and crops will grow abundant across ten counties Riches beyond counting, gift of a kiss,…

I’m like Ian Fleming People presume I’m less than But military record is impressive Bond works expressive of accomplished missions Stricken from the files, redacted Now that I’m old and fat, famished for adventure I’m too old to vanish, got a family, a flat A summer gaff out in Hastings, pree that Like it was…