Alchemisland

A rush of blood no love, however motherly, could stanch A sounding blow drowned his rope-tied foundling robes The ground below groaned, blushing like a russet standard In abandon, Eden’s blasted heath opened beneath their standing feet Sending up reeking blasts of massive heat from Sheol’s meat-fed fires. A turf-wreathed maw full of rarely seen…

Join and be part my noisy fantasies In cloying daydream’s ungraspable moray darkness I chase frantically across Arcadian landscapes a one-handed priest, His wind-jazzed chasuble making napkin geese. To aid fleetness jettisoned both napsack and fleece Printing our brief melee Upon the mage-favoured leys of a hazy, laneless chase.

Poets mothing to mossy tales regaled by now-coughing Homer To whom everything is owed Toward whom every cap doffs The occupation’s captain When man became his God And Greece his world capital.

Employ friends in the accomplishment of certain ends: Send as envoy one less beautiful and more dutiful To cross a disco floor and this boy you deem gorgeous implore sportingly “Profess that you adore us!” Right to point, would point “My friend over there.” His look would be quick knowing his luck big When a…

Hands bleeding From gloveless reefing Tugging old ivy from my garden’s buddleja, or orange eye Fur-loined tackle ‘Til we purloined apples Per ophidian advice.