Category: Filí my pockets

• Planning Invasions

  I am the Tarot fool I am King Lear’s drooling madness I am Hamlet’s father’s absence and his son’s inaction I am the waifish wife collapsing I am the elapsing ways of routed factions, the last Gael taking martial action I will march on Actium on my own orders, on horseback I will enact mystical…

  alchemisland

  6th Jun 2024

  Filí my pockets

  alchemisland, bard, neuralchemy, poem, poetry, shakespeare

• Virtuous

  I am a man of little virtue On a grain of rice fit all I knew Wearing ignorance like a well-fitted shoe Thought Waterloo was something you abluted into Humble office, not a mosque, ye needn’t remove shoes Turns out it was an important battle, to me that’s new I was perhaps dropped often, my…

  alchemisland

  6th Jun 2024

  Filí my pockets

  alchemisland, neuralchemy, poetry

• Dads on the Internet 

  Installing some free toolbars  I suspect my two million in gold bars  Will soon be arriving from Zanzibar  The viagra will arrive by courier car  The wallet inspector isn’t far behind  What is your security code? What was the name of your first pet? Babe, you heard about the latest thing  Click to invest invest…

  alchemisland

  5th Jun 2024

  Filí my pockets

  alchemisland, dads, neuralchemy, poem, poetry, tech illiteracy, technology, toolbars, virus

• Straightener with James Joyce 

  He gave me no choice  I’m having a straightener with James Joyce He wrote Ulysses but he’s useless in the ring  Bad knees, a breeze has him dancing reels  Ineluctable modality of the visible is tested when I get physical, shots I drilled send him spilling over a table Half the man Leopold Bloom is,…

  alchemisland

  5th Jun 2024

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  alchemisland, bloomsday, creative writing, dublin, fight, finnegan’s wake, funny, ireland, irish, james joyce, joyce, joycean, neuralchemy, poem, poetry, puns, straightener, ulysses, wordplay

• Paris Scrapping

  In Paris it’s hot today  On the cans all day Say sorry what mate  What did you say? Push you away  Yeah, get your mate Take my place Shield my face Shout GET THEM HEMINGWAY Set him straight  Know for whom the bell tolls  Hit him a belt, skyward ten toes  He went down axed…

  alchemisland

  5th Jun 2024

  Filí my pockets

  alchemisland, bar fight, ernest hemingway, for whom the bell tolls, ireland, irish, james joyce, literature, neuralchemy, poetry, writers