Alchemisland

Delving into Fulcanelli, every oven an athanor Long indoors, in the walls, Elizabeth Bathory I use her last blood and milk bath to moisturize Secret laboratories behind every vandalised shutter in Venice Shuddering to recall the faceless denizens menacing in my alembic On the phasing surface the stretched and bizarre face of an undine Screaming…

Meekly employing my charms, my toys Being around you is cloying I can feel myself getting frustrated, fingers drumming I take five to centre myself, slow my breathing Fighting back against my demon, cleaving his way out my breastbone Idol fashioned from plasticine an agony of needles between the seams.

Feeling the second flood’s first displacements, nations upbraided A snatching and taking, a rending and breaking, alchemic unmaking A metallic epistle, android shrillness, indigent music, orchestral reptile

Like my bag to bulge, sag beneath the weight of bands Eyes red and white, stoned myself into the flag of Japan Half talon, half talent, neither in Libral balance Spliff like a paper lance, horse it down, lighter flame dancing Oriflamme Francoflown Frankly I couldn’t face my phone more than I ghosted But see…

Too much shit talking, too much spit forming around boring Recitations of what you did this morning, swing like it’s the tourney And I’m on the journey to chivalry and knighthood, shovel hook hood up Hitchslap this sap, clapper signalling action, visor snapping back shut Should have shut up after I told you I backed…