Alchemisland

Whatever sight is before me the one she prefers

Lines across her bitten lip tweak my favour, no need for tears

She wants a gold ring to band her finger, Frodo’s twin, and cakes tiered

Six pints absolutely steaming, girls of my dreams man

Streamer how much of my life I’m showing

Dreamer how slow i’m going, didn’t notice this road start sloping

She talks of foreign ports, her hopes to elope

Lost agency like I’m doped out

Scandal abounds like nipple poked out

On sand she wears sandals

Dips wrist so fists sandful

Stand up straight, wear your tie

What you stand for, stand up guy?

Hurricane you rolled on through, my life in ruins

Contused and confused, rebuild the world to mimic you

Your image guides my making hands sculpting new lands

I’d prefer for this iteration a chocolate train station, diamonds on beaches as deck a queen’s band, gemstone blue moons in sky colour of an ape’s hands

My dreams are so easy now

Intent is what you must endow

Unbent, you must never bow

Without crossed fingers

Cross your heart and hope to die

Write death in stars across the sky

Paint over gaps in the divide

Glad futures in my guts divine

My gorehot gizzards food for lizards in their time.