Alchemisland

Bromides for Brunhilda, her Sigurd serpent summoned

The land is divided like a fair share pie, the music died wrote Don McClean

Submerging for unworthy causes, the waves break on and off the hump of H.L. Hunley

All the drakes are loosed, Sigurd through the magic mist, Sigurd land of Honah Lee

Ennead of lake isle bean rows, linnet lilt the honey bee his weight knees alive with greeny sneeze

Don Conroy at dawn drawing birds, wingfeather in pastel 

Her jangling chatelaine, her chignoned hair Le Chiffre eyes staring at cards

Romeo and oubliette the lover’s dungeon the guard’s dragging cudgel a dredging wrench

Cell where piss puddles rank with stench, where stooped lovers cuddle themselves wretched

Capulet; in pussy wet this man’s whetted blade inside you let? This pet? This weak whelk’s whelp? 

For cracked lips you cracked smiles while he twists up his chap stick?

His screeching cells, his screeching sells, the folios in trillions sells

Frigid bells in ringing hell, no lovesweet lemon wedding bells.