THE ALCHEMY OF ART

Woke up in(**** it!)
Bosch's Garden

of Earthly( aghhhh!)
Delights.

Not
a pretty sight.

Doomed to be
whoever or whatever

I was moving
through.

Masticated.
Digested.

An upside -down ****
trapped in a transparent hemisphere

crowned  by
the cherry of pride.

I mean...
moi?


And now "the tree man!
folks dining in the cut-off torso.

Now a pair of ears
brandishing a knife!

Christ!
Whatever next!

Now a prince of hell
dining upon a diet

of corrupt and
lecherous clergy.

Which proves that art
and strong liquor

don't always
go together.

Thus, I
and my strange bedfellows.

Spilt whiskey
on the duvet.

Soaking into the black
satin sheets.

The Bosch biography
dogeared and tattered.

Spine cracked
and broken

smiling up at me
form the **** pile carpet.

See ya Hieronymus!
I'm outta here!