THE SHAMAN OF CHARLESLAND

Tmro it’s the shakes on the laying of bricks

& a smithereened mind no plus-pill will fix

but now he’s Buddha x’ed with Aleister Crowley - 

migrating spacetime, metamorphing the settee:

blink it’s a longboat aflame on the Volga,

blink again it’s a throne for an alien Pasha!

Tmro is nothing but migraine and puking

and the lads on site all day mocking & sniggering,

but now he’s Big Bang’s wise older brother,

a matter-magician who fishes in mirrors

& reels in the creatures of parallel spheres,

machine elves & mothmen & three-headed seers

who divulge that this real world’s a con & veil

& present him The Stone, Sword, Crown, & Grail…

Tmro it’s back to the grind with a smack

& the old-sin-phantoms on an all-out attack

but now he’s juggling black holes on the Green

as he floats through the aether of N-dimethyltryptamine.

Yep, tmro it’s concrete & barrow & kango & crane

while worms of past failures tunnel his brain,

But now blue beams of lightning fork from his tips,

now new Milky Ways stream out from his lips!