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

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

Her Asmodel mind a poofsmoke of pollutants

Hamaliel, August’s unidle nuisance

Weaves an ensorcelling spell of confusion

I can feel your breath through the computer

Phone sex has me self abusing

I would expose my veins for your profane amusement

You are free to use me

Because I have no use that one can see.

I would smoke your blade-cold sleet poems

If I meant I could expose what minerals vein below

Rainy night and cold blow

Saintly light, old souls with balm for woes

I will consider every man on this planet a foe

To hassle your embattled feeling to grow

A doorman couldn’t keep me outside

She had a dormer you could sit inside

Warm my hands in her kitten, mitten style

Sitting, fat bitten a while. A vista fit for suicide

She’s blue, I’m glued, two down from crocodile.

Illegal dealings in the rearview, recent.

The rest inferior, she’s the reason

I dress the interior in appropriate period

I address her tears with the grace that’s needed

I will show her through fur coats and opals

I will show her in the jutting bones coasting my throat

That sadness is badly worn by one born for a throne.

Queenly edicts, know your role.

Sweeping up an overpreened phoenix, running up and down my road.

Slow routes, toeing her old roots, she’s the scenic route

She’s really proof, Athena aloof, owl roofed

Her hoofed lower half statue suitable. Irrefutable.

Blood red sunset

Mud crept up hem

One step upset

Something stolen

From the grave of Set

I’m OK, I’m upset

A table set

To appetite whet

Trays laden with farmyard death

Steaks, gravy, breads

Snakes kiss-charmed her fatemaking breath

Human heads.

My retardant skin little brindles

Her fire-mingled drakesigh’s promised death.

I neither breaking nor bending contort

Conform at day’s ending; toward your little ending I will tend to comport;

Apport measured to her legless leisureful mind’s more sordid efforts.

A port built to measure; the expectation of pleasure

Treasure’s animation, sporting triumphs

Being deified, seeing day rape night

From a a divine’s elevation.

Steakknife sameness, two catoninetails blameless

Teach me shameless, each week painless, she is henbane, strange opiates

Her openness obliviates, blows the dust off my system tray

Blows the rust off my cervix scraper

The centaur takes what she takes. Now, fuck. Hate later.

By her frame’s lure or her gaze’s bladelike make me scathe. Two sewer

Hatelings estranged by a sea which fate makes a mere seam, a strait

One with boots each step seven leagues could easily leap straightaway.

Animals seem to understand my language, lording over clients

The vorpal sword I formed of her capsizing meteorites and pig iron

A secret scroll upon my soul, which only she and I can know, inscribed

Spidery cramped writing the name of defiler who gave model life.

Metered stripes

Along the sleek spine

Of this duly entitled, sleep-eyed

And jewelline, The Jury tonight

Rang them twice

Accordingly they’ve sorted lube and ice

Made the room nice for something sordid

Got something sorted

Tell my conscience: console or get aborted

Sell my soul to afford it

Tell your hole I’ll absorb it

Felled a crow and you caught it, your craw a capacious drawer

Ample storage, trampled core

For his betraying Christ, tonight we are out wren hunting.

From this aping of Naboth’s grapery

We uproot every elder trace

Who fast held as Judas gasped

I prefer a murky vanity

How my scratched family mirror skews improvingly

My posed nudity. Nothing of prudity

And much of crudity it has been my unimproving, no composure duty

To move cot to coffin extolling.

Outside Bewley’s, coffee Voltaire would savour,

Coughing unduly off that last end-chewed foolmaker.

Lunar pale she screams;

Communing with whales.

Like a maiden every time.

I am remade capable

A more fitting scion this neon seat requires.

I consume her mind and her mine, nevermind prions.

Corpseless search, a berth I’ve had my eye on.

An evening wasted upon the shuttered church’s soured earth

Between celtic crosses, sobbing Madonnas

You are the two largest pleasure barges

Grand arks, Nero’s charges

Stationed at uncharted Nemi.

You are a flowery Lemnian

The ghost of Nemo knocking on the outside of a submarine

LET ME INSIDE

My Karnak. My carback

Her underwear tarblack

A practiced dealer

Offers a reading, free, for me.

The spread’s shape

Revealing cardbacks.

Spread in that way

I need. Hardback

Weight, tumescent made

By her crescent sway.

I run to adhere gaze

Where traffic plays at eighty,

Dipping double in the molly sack, biggest in Dublin

Kissing cousins close as that

The weed shares its seat with the za and the brat

Tipping zero ‘sif I don’t have stacks

Guinness zero can’t hack it since three zero, gone soft

Giving zero like I didn’t spot it

Way she beamed, knew she’d been and got it

Practically gleamed

Gear strengthens her high beams

Said “Begorrah, gee” to my Gomorran queen.

The faraway quilt of heroes with near-milked stars was spotted motley

The guilt of Nero as Rome’s ash was potted

Not for me. Raze the streets, I’m not bothered

My only fealty’s to me, and even that’s contingent on how I feel

St. John’s Eve last night, the black spots of the commons fires

Blotch like obvious cancers the bald hillocks where a chancer’s sheep dine

Managed poorly by council pillocks, sitka-cursed and laurel-limed.

Prodigy at ashing pot at the spot

Have you ashen, out of action

My passions like ambulances are dispatched

By some nameless operator’s toll-free sanction.

Dog Gods are honoured tonight

And I’m their favourite acolyte

What birds up must stone down, told the appleflight.

Pick up my flip phone, it’s giving 2002

Limerick grab at around two

We’re moving careful as glass assed persons during earthquakes

Pick up to flipping’s quick in earth days

Strictly business, my whip emerging in clergy black

Splurgy model, only in Germany can it go full throttle

Thirty persons worth of snow and detergent, got it. Lean bottled.

No choice but to bolt if a search and show’s proposed. Coplit

Lanes I stay far away. Uncoppiced, uncoffined.

I hate fitness, a cougher, but I’m still pushing weight

Snowbound. Boundless. With foundlings and cowards

Which I am pushed to suffer

All succour's greasy lushness

Earthmother's dirtsmothered cousin. Emulsive

Her blood-crusted fastness. My propulsive blood

Phantom-peopled.

A love like a rack.

The steeple of her rancid blood

My thudding love sheep dips; her sweet's fleetness

I long to make repeat.

It's like someone made you in a lab

To my specifications, according to plan

Sad, counting what I have

Cold as a corpse on a slab, torpid and bad.

A love which hacks, packed with taxing expectations

A ripped curtain

A nipple’s yearning

For that word-forming tickle.

She is an ornament which polish fetches to burn

The moon whored in abnormal orpiment

As if to signal an unkiltered, slent world twirling off its orbit

Smoking them unfiltered, pilfering the skins, cobra milk

She dispenses. My quill obtains a breakaway menace

My old skill is replaced, the snake changes, the chain breaks

Sleeping titans wake, intaking eyes her mutating radiation slakes

Blent lives entwine unseen; all mushrooms one from underneath;

I cross oceans of wonder to crawl to her toes

Reposed below, cold as a fridge rose in a silk-sundered coffin

I haunt the gutters under Dublin. She is a softening woman

Slaughtered dozens, caught up lovers

Cauterize the flesh you've ulcered.

On the porch when I saw your form, shock such

I nearly dropped the blunt you were next to suck.

In storm, I huddle below her umbrellal shopfront;

In form, I struggle not to put everything below

Her mellow wonder. All for one.

A chopped sun mop-needing bled lemon and cum

Whilst high from weed imbibing

Saw stars as lights on skidding cars

Or coins thrown - pay what's owed the piper.

Found facile even lashlike missiling lightning

Trining (why?)

Here is to time:

Sweet, delirious Assyrian wine;

Neat, imperial, officious and tidy.

Going by, I spy the slight warlike shape

Of a Grecian trireme beelining for Thrace.

She is a diamond's replacement. An healing mire.

My cloud-rammed sky was depthful red, of menacing height

Her eyes supplied me with every rhyme. "Try me."

I finger my ties and wonder what snipped would linger

It seems only one thing is worthwhile. Siren singing

In my right ear and I'm thinking

This cannot be the right gear. Clear signals.

I feel I'm being seen

Just as the sinking me entire recedes;

Take everything, my queen, curtail my spree,

Half sable that hemisphere

Quaking at my taking leer

Tell me why every time

I need to hear it, I’m a Lear.

That half turned away dark. Balletic insatiable.

Stark madness, Cain marks, magnetic Hades

Deranged capable, I will find the way

I will prod the dirt and wrench the cable

I am replaced; the dying place of furtiveness.

Her body's vast vista; a dearth of curtains

Allows certain beauty to cloud a passing visitor.

Every warmth revisits me; her stormeyes my divine liberty

She's owl quizzical and howls when we're physical

Her shroud of shyness smuggles a proud inquisitor.

Her wine is deliberate, poured liberally, colour of liver.

A fading day, at play in chainmail.

I stoop, my neck cracks as I inhale her strange, alien wisteria.

Bronzing splashes the bathing flames painted her frame-craving

Of an evening

I apply an even

Oven heat

To a blunt head and breathe.

Her cunt measured to propulse my cream

Whatever method as long as it’s unclean

What of me ever seethes

Concedes to green’s release. Reprieve, repeat

Instead of being like a toddler teething

I can see further than my ceiling. Spreading

In her level steadings, with a pastor’s zeal (in please-real dreams)

Switching her evil posterior for which I am itchily needful

Slapping repeatedly her regal slab.

She’s eager, at a stab

I’m leaning, take a stab

It contracts, we collapse

Like factories abandoned

Without handouts from a bank.

Get in easy like I’m dressed in a high vis avec lanyard

She’s bleeding feckless orgasm in tender tranches.

A broken lavalamp’s reckless gore and hammer-shattered phrases

Now former, upon the floor.

My storm abates when I can masturbate upon the whore

Who glows, and on the door the rose she swore

Had 23 petals and 23 thorns.

33 years which are as nothing anymore

Something I muttered, you can be sure it heaped scorn.

Lines like an inmate keeping score

Scored, enjoying with a rolled up score

33rd storey hot as earth’s core

She’s every dessert, can’t hurt hard core

Let’s learn new hardcore, blurred sword

World-destroying avoidant parkour.

Sports mode, horse go

Moving fast, horse logo

Her north node on show, nose open for nostril snow’s commotion

Her moleish fingers things of roaming domeward go, go wherever

A holy show we’re doing unholy doses in this blue frozen motor

Showponying hoping she’ll show me

Ride me pony, closeness odour

Ocean foam coats her cone

Her thrown comb struck a stone

Before it was taken by a wave

And all roads to Rome save