Alchemisland

Rhythms, divine missives disguised as idioms Moonlight drive scanning skies for strange pilots On the fringes, in the shanties where prideless ephebes ply violence On the streets, a fly tipped fridge, a dead fox’s flyblown remains Flipped car’s wheels spinning in the roadside ditch

My mind is full of scorpions, panic, manic Haunted house, chains rattle in the attic  Something bounding across the landing The hunched static of a once-hangman Swinging, old gallows, taut rope sound near the top stair Tight holding the bannister, staring up into the dark area Dark arias reaching tenants’ ears, been a tenant years…

At what time my sun arrives midnight Hands by my side, fists clenched A ghostly father screaming vengeance Meeting’s consequences ‘comes my engine Dredge the lake, send down the divers Corpse Irish green, irises eaten neat, insect’s dream Islands in the stream until my solar flare sets it buffering I crash land the biplane on…

Dark green stripes on my light green jacket Cats slipped the bag, Jacks out his box My head is bollocksed, bopped with a hatchet Axe head for breakfast if you cause offence Your incursions cause a fence Make the great wall average My force is ten, Navarone Squatter forced his way in, never going Water…

Anguish, anxious, using coarse language Ambush, attack, bloody wounds bandage Bando attic plant-surrounded, vantage Tactics, Tacitus, anything for advantage One step forward thirty three miles back Clanking miles ticking by, mine cart off-track Same shit same day, I fucking did it my way