Alchemisland poetry

Espies you magpieing in fine gold, blazing. Aztec fire, Prussian shade

Everything has its time and rushing’s vain.

“I don’t take wine” she pointed her anointed knife toward my rushing veins.

Cold, grim and frostbitten, throat-focused. Ice-lipped, vice-committed, some Russian vein.

You are plainly some unlately pharaoh’s latest iteration. There’s no way it’s all fucking Wales.

And when you tire, it’s OK, go

I have learned to survive on dayglo scraps, plastic and shards of glass

Like some abyssal vent-sucker, way down deep in the bath: Cthulhu Fhtagn.

I don’t have to strain to imagine

Graceful princesses and incinerating dragons

Hair hitched together, tents pitched together. Against predators circling wagons

I’m that type: ‘look what the cat dragged in’

Meanwhile she’s timely beauty’s primary scion; in and of Eden, fern-wreathed

I can see the seeded earth burning beneath her seething feet

I sign the deed’s terms like a world defeated; she makes forever seem fleet

She makes wherever heavenly, and puts to rest my seeking.

She is sent. She descends. Her good sense wends

Two threads, we take either end and tied them together, tight as friends

I the scentless who cannot end a sentence without her breathless mention

Her scent a threnody. Hit send my tendency.

She blows my head off, John Kennedy

Snapback, snapped that

Papped that. Ass, that

I pray, not for salvation

For something too private to say 

Someone, They

Forbade my elevation.

Windborne warnings

By way of reply

Satan’s best sailors

His angels of rape 

Violence’s princes dually sabre’d.

Week’s midway

O’er which plainsaying

Mercury holds plaintive, unquiet sway. 

More soil could be spared, to hape

In hopes of tying up and finally tapering

How something bares

Virtue being always there

Easily had as air

As room span to able arm.

No, the virgin beholder’s view

Is lost now to me and you 

As the stable room is

To the regretful spinner.

Strange isn’t it, that;

How old hat so oft seen as to be plundered of spleen

Can be reseeded with receded wonder

My stem web-filmed

Three night’s sleepless

Sneak in an easing blend between

Coke lines widthed like

Elephant knees

Chain like Goliath’s bike

Ring selection, Mordorine

Perp tank border drive

Purp ganj tore me borderline

My eyes warning fires.

Courting sentences

I’m at the Spire guiding

The buyers. A sidewalk spider

Of spilled gutrot cider contented

Remembering pleasure during abstention

To torture beyond weakness my meek mettle.

At the planted feet of a sleet-phantomed unlevel peak

Called obliquely Escher’s Defeat

I measure out forever grief

In coffee beans

Fit for battle, lacking only foe and fitting standard

We coupled, war-dressed, in armour, like Vandals.

Our clanging visors; our sandwiched hands of iron undivided

She moved with the inevitability of karma toward a smile

Determined to curb it all a while.

Between curtain wall and bed curtains, the stairs curved.

Bumping gorgets

Sword-lording corsets

An ironclad gorgeous

Cuisses guarded her thighs, barded horseheads were like

A pleasing din it made

When the warrior and his maiden lay

Like two juiceful peach tins fucking three rooms away.

Pots and pans clanking at a poltergeist’s instruction.

Beyond coping

My so-cajoled opiate boats barely register deathfetching dopeloads.

Reading what daunting schemes my weed’s haunting smoke wrote

Steam-wreathed my coned hopes

Alone, with the rest of the coaxed

Feeling what I promise is the breath of her ghost

Her cluttered bedside stranger to the Bible

Strength left me. Bereft, unable even to try to reset

The abandoned chess set of my life, ivory and sable set

The wet deck, the ditched bishops hitched to heresies

In unsightly undress, hiccuping pawns stood across

In a craven cave that caiman Romans will soon know

I am removing a rose’s disapproval from a lion’s toe.

An ailing lion whose able feet are thorn-reaved

My hands pull it clean

I heal every weeping beast and bleeding heel I see

If I cannot be a writer which spiteful time might keep

A meagre field lung gunge coloured and treeless, wall skirted

Through bored curtain I stepped broadly certain here She slept;

Full of bird-planted foxgloves, peonies like regency skirts upcrept

Ungallantly by hands ringwed

Her gated bed need-to-wring wet

Around my bangle-thick mangrove-angled

Neck hangs a warding ankh

Through unwardened acres wolf-paraded

Over arid terrains, marring swathes, will I wade

Carrying overhead large bales, any weight. Realignment’s price and pain.

Some vast whale’s baleen. Railinged sky pale alienly

Inalienable, her name’s rhyme is my painful lust’s alias

Her name rhymes

With the way she’s made up, unfrail

I like the way her mind is made up, unafraid

To say what way suits her taste. Make up

Heightens only slightly what the divine writing made perfect

I read back the words I said and I find where our circles first intersect.

The future moves backward from the result of what happens

Melody winged, her saintly wicked

I saw last night

Outside my lonely titan thicket

A picture of a shining trident like a sky-done wicket

Melanin-tinged her painted fingertips linger

She sings pain, her baited breath like some movement’s best phrases

Her left snaking down the cliffs of her body, toward the cleft

Her clit is left foam-blessed like the wavehit cliff’s Atlantic aspect

I’d inspect that ass bent

I’d ingest that ass, red

A sense of predatory senselessness about this well bred

I spread across her territories and outposts like news of a king’s death

It is not unusual for us to hear that the king wept

About the castle she crept

Her velvet hem swept

Her verve, the sound of swerving

The sound of sir. The sound of her. I don’t stress the wording

When I compose your body’s odes

I imagined glances stolen, animals frozen, antient stones

Her bones are my discovery park, don’t mean Castlecomer

No is the way to go for most comers

It can come out your nose if you blow beneath the covers

Snow beneath the lovers

Snow will eat the lovers

No retreat until we meet Ohio’s streets, brother.

I’ve been surviving on five a night all this week

And I’m still thriving, striding, time’s worth biding

If the prize’s a worthwhile title, she ogled an idol

She toggled a python, tithed tongue untied, wasn’t frightened either

Snake church, Eden united, taken virtue brown-red the Fall canopy

Above her death-drowning head. Blessing-crowned, heavenled.

I will swim to you to start afresh

My drowned dead flotsam introduce

To whatever paltry beach and stubborn dunes are closest you

I wish for wounds to feel the lampheat of your gifts

I want to feed you, lift your features and pout those lamprey lips

Hunting the month

One crumpling blunderbuss crumpf and it crumbles

Timeblood runs which runs on time. Every schedule succumbs

To the realities of life; it – whatever – shall come when it comes.

My treatied distempers o’er-milden with suncoming

The wilder child, who, summoned, runs, begins blundering

Through my untied-shoes life-with nothing to lose thundering .

My lighter thumb-motored

Igniting hosts a sun

Molten ichor fire moving like a liar’s eyes

Wrote entire poems in singeing diction.

She cringed at any friction;

Ephemeral, unknowable picture.

Above the lip

The rosehip elixir fit to spill spits

Her lips were apples

Made to sample pills and saddle quillers

With saddening visions

Wristflick this

Blicks got Shergar horsekick

A whore’s sick who’s kicking horse indoors

Chavs and spides and dole life types queueing outside my door

Rosy wines a one-eyed prophesier pours.

I am Bosie to her Wilde

The worst vices

I implore their swift trial.

With a comb’s unwitting violence

Imposes upon my coke-bridled nose her half-opened poesy

In Irish there’s a shine of sneachta upon my shrón

Need a white break for a while

Line breaks separate

Lice bites suppurate

Grainy day, shot on Super 8

High grade, my place up a high gradient

I imagine myself the stadium’s favourite

Imperial thumb, blood-summoning gladius.

Low prices, stocks to suffice, find me

Solrise and moonguard alike

By the Deer Park gates

Or the pitches nearby, fuck the Garda my favourite phrase

Run through back gardens my favourite race

Pitched up and I’ve got fitful release for sale

No pictures, keep stum, fly blank sails.

An E bubbling on a Brummie’s tongue

I wrap the weed like a mummy’s thumb

Adapt to anything, two zoots not enough

The fruit, the seeds, the crumb, the keef all in one

Plus a bong that’d zonked your mum.

Cash dirty as the mudguard on my bike

Harsh hash a mercy after the hurtme yardlongs I’ve imbibed

Wrote the Bible, designed the primer

Thick coat with thick smoke, primo, stowed beneath as primer

I’m out for a good time, Louis Prima “When I die” creedo

Deep breathe to stymy my primal

Eat three neat where we’re eating, some fine-far diner

The Blind Mohican or the Thirsty Diviner

All nameless things Her rhyme and wing christens, eponymous

Computer on while I queue up chronic dust, kew colour

Reboot needed; on cue

Need to redo, my new most watched your jilling movie

Smoke a chunky weed zoot, room-removing

That’d put me custody just to breathe easy

Feeling lewd, my need’s easy to introduce when it’s as juicy

As yours. Turkish delight, goat legs, closet back, and Lucy

Can’t remember the last time

I felt this loose without wreck the hoos juice.

Shoot her a message or two

Want her want and I deduce

Want for want she’s made for you, dude.

Something fresh to impress

Arrest the thin thread of her threshing attention

Better concepted than

"Yo you’ve got a dope face, sex woman” or “hey, what it do”

Hard to accept like art mediocrity, eventual death, taxes too.

But hey you make hay while the sun looms, what else

Was I born to do? Glued to your new porn in my dream-bored sunroom

You don’t wait for it to go away

Or sit around until your back breaks. Rooms

And places and movement and stasis

Licked pores, bud lessening

Six tours, would become veteran

Shortly after commencing my lessons

My erection commensurate with her mention

Big pours, cup testing

Breasting waves my pinions splayed; done nesting.

My eyes are Leicester red, like animal testing

At her breasts I fell and fed

Neck made for waltzing

Not for backturning whilst walking

Away. The house can go but the walled garden stays.

Wall hard days

Spent blazing lazily in rapt amazement

She wraps my gaff in red tape

So tight it tapers, might collapse

Line on the table, might kill that, eating them like tapirs eat ants

Underpants same colour as a snapped trap after a split rat

Split bag, we don’t spill the bag

When you stand it lifts your kilt to the vag

Dior sauvage, DG the bag, low key designer chic

Quality apparent in every piece. Swiss watch, she

Timely as German trains post-Reich

My her-postered eyes smoulder in Napoleonic exile

I live Neapolitan, I love metropolitan, no thin in this wallet

No tin, gold or silver the only tint appropriate. Match her glint

Map her clit. I’m challenging Amergin

I’m in her Spiderland, like Slint

Her silklike eiderdown. My love like lint