This is alchemy
I am gold
I am silver
I am emboldened
By good living
I am fixed
I am flexible
I am stretched
Into the infinite
I am told
I am whispered
I am the secret
That is alchemy
This is alchemy
I am gold
I am silver
I am emboldened
By good living
I am fixed
I am flexible
I am stretched
Into the infinite
I am told
I am whispered
I am the secret
That is alchemy
Real without the reality
Reality without the real
Burning concepts stoked with pokers of
Backwards technology that may seem ideal
Hearts and thoughts publicized in Saatchi’s lazy way
F.F.S. open the window and let Hope
Climb into play
With the off-springs of honesty you plan to have one day
Epigrammatic evidence as a red herring
Spellbound— Spell (en)wrapped
Protection
In a shawl of sentient sentences
Living literature looms large
Unmoor yourself from the hell
That’s home
&
Push forward with your
Best fictive foot first
While away
The day
Then
Wash away
In
A
Bath
Of
Warm
Words
Curl up on a bed of nails with an impenetrable novel
And give it one last, long look
Not it is written
But
How it is written
Indecency has
a tendency
to ineffectuality
within the
space-time as
the curve of
the gilding
upon the back of
a black mirror
for scrying
It’s been a curious November…
made a pass at Flex on more than one occasion, he was ever so kind and brushed it off as if it (they) were just one of those thingS (plural important)
–just like he always does–
grey men stopped me in the street and asked me who I thought I was, Flex stood in for me and told them they’d have to wait for their answer
unfortunately we are not the fortunate and nothing shines on us, other than what is deserved, or that’s what Flex always says anyway (states?)
–I’ve just realised these are not my thoughts–
“Look ma no hands, no strings on me, cut me and I bleed”
Flex isn’t a part of my life anymore, he’s relocated to the trees
I am sat in an art gallery café reading
a book. I look at the words
they have meaning because of
the writer’s intent and my perception. In the
background I can hear You Can Never Tell
by Chuck Berry- where it is coming from I
do not know. It reminds me of that scene
from Pulp Fiction
where John Travolta
and Uma Thurman
do the twist in the dance
competition at the retro style diner.
Travolta does the batsui which is the
dance Batman does in the sixties movie based on the
T.V. series.
The Batman T.V. series started my lifelong love
of comics and in particularly the
character of Batman.
When I was child I liked him because
he was cool. Now I am an adult
I like him because he is cool. I suddenly realise I have read
almost two pages of the book
and have not taken any of it in- so much for the writer’s
intent and my perception.
I stare at my coffee cup and
realise I will never have this moment again- I am glad
as I hate things
repeating themselves.
I go back two pages in the book
and start reading it again.
Morningstar wake me
Grind me to pepper
And sprinkle my atoms over Venus’ ass
The Pope married on Tuesday in a blinding light
And the drones drove their cars
Out of Restless Town
All those smiles they never earned
Cruel jibes, behaviour learnt
Last time coffee stains swapped from tears
What time of year is it?
On the strike
Twenty three minutes past 11pm
Exactly?
Bi-po but no excuse for mugging the cause
Waiting for applause
23rd ripped at the seams so into the 4th
We go