Puddled at own feet day’s end
Evening disease day dreads dreaming
Tree-threading breeze whispering secrets, slithering forth from Djinn sleep
Strange things creeping below ocean cream, dead dreaming
Knock boxbottom armchair arm to pop one
Ox stubborn persist smoking despite doctor’s insistence stopping
Coughing everytime I take a lungful
Melville who captured best obsession’s gluttony.
Atop twenty box a refillable Djeep lighter resides
Overwhittled wood
Frittering days away
Flame springing lighter wheel flick
Spins Ezekiel disc at my bailed fist
Orange flameshape climbs my wrist.
You skitter grenade across slick duck boards of my life
I duck dive, out of sight bullets you fired
You rain on parades, death on my birthday
Make tumult-dug grave salient of my glade.
Alchemisland 
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