Alchemisland

Got three eyes that’s two plus súil eile, Stella Maris diamond of Neptune’s mapsworth without a fella
My foot notes your foot’s arrival, stepping in lightly you’re a pugilist with huge lips
Your outpushed hips strain the spinal zip, whose top split like a tent rip
My foot’s notes when we spin at touch’s end almost, then reeled back in
Shredder demands the intel, one goon delivers the Foot Notes
You talked about my puffing, got voodoo’d, now it’s dud notes
The rapt notes float like ghosts, the bop goes twist twist and knows
Its sin; more fun the fun seduction’s in.
Booth above the dancing crowd, like peering into an alien sea, see
Enormous sea salmon esker the deep below
Pestering death by eking life, breathing breath where none should blow
Pavilions of inept crabs mercilessly ascend, wonders upon the whalefish stow.