Alchemisland

My house like a scene from steerage, iceberg-pre But the silence is porn-loud when partygoers leave I used to be a man, I am handsomeness once it becomes debris One man in two minds, Jekyll famously, ley lines lead me to be divided Blooded and darkbright with secret light I could hide between the cracks…

Storm’s to break this evening they keep saying, but it never settles The storm blowing westward, and will go on forever Pity, I found comfort in how rain made days repeat Oh not me, I love being out Preening while she speaks Up and out and about, about it all Being seen in the streets.

My eyes are sent into an eagle. The city is sound sieged and draped in star-stealing electric hangover. On the clocktower, watching zeppelins bobbing like cartoon jellyfish, Rosy fireballs rising in a fabulous stream, away out of sight, The dreams and prayers and hopes: For cures, for alms, for doping balms, for ends to plight.…

This is the realest real A moment’s realization, the answer appeared Damascene conversion after twelve, thirteen beers Break the seal like I’m torturing sealife Piss with zeal against the steeple Unfinished cathedral of my life, the city fell to siege Now, the holy places teem with unreasonable demons Sad though it is to say I…