Alchemisland

High on spice  Wild hunt tonight Odin’s cronies ride Valkyries take flight In the pub all day and night Splicing gin with lime slices Tonic water quinine laced Lending pleasant potable taste. Blazed, mane Commit me quick  Can’t be blamed, insane Committing sick crimes Shutdown the city tonight  Knife slid out two inches Glimpse of…

Gave Cher my windowseat Such heat her cheek melted Now she’s Marv from Sin City  Used be pretty now circus freak  To marvel at.

Slammed as if by hammers All at once collapsing glamours. Words purging  Urged from wells whose ends delve near Hades  Twelve men died taking soundings, never found ground Handy dying underground, save few crowns on a coffin My words are teeth  Let them sink in  Heed this, thin-thinker No one cares whatcha say on LinkedIn…

Going where tens go Old manse far out, hillcarved in golden countryside On a cold night walking up its gravelled drive, long cars driving by Descried by drivers, described liberally as an Irish As if my thickness represented us all God forbid. Pilots first disembark Marking stones with Dunnes finest spat’s soles Distinguished guests alight…