Finally got my limo
Can’t drive that’s the thing though
Touching Her in the back
Frisky dingo
More holes than Ozone
I’m accumulating orgone
Energy converting to orgasm
Drunk driving home
We knock down cones
Bird in back says I’ve the lonely bones
Result assured like the fight was thrown
No chance I’ll spend tonight alone
Like hot potato I let the thing go
Proctologist how many patients I bend (Lord, lend me patience)
Telekineticist how many thoughts I sent.
Call the police, the number’s freephone
Need more ears, call me three phone
Feeling airborne like horseback Bellerophon
When I mind my mam, a red carpet hides the floor
Wants for nothing anymore, never asks the source
Like pork without applesauce I chew a lot
Like a fact without source is knowledge not
You mind your mom it’s more Dolores Claiborne
To be thrice blessed I’m thrice born
On gold coins I sport sprouting horns
Trismegistus on the guestlist for those living outside Time
Megiddo through to Hiroshima, boom to boom along a line
Gone the way of Moa, Dodo, Mammoth
All prayers not promised to Mammon
Heard she enjoyed your poems, what’s your mam on?
I’m a fine artist, pen sniper face pale doom
You couldn’t hit a truck back with a railgun
I’m feeling like the guys from Dune
Eyes ice from Herbert’s sherbet
Binning another slip a promised sure bet
A sure thing, stick house on, bad news, pet
Counting your scant blessings
I am Atreides; got three these
My needs simple as riddles
Knee slaps rhythmic arrival
My rivals few, triumph’s view
Dizzies, much higher than you.
Alchemisland 
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