Lost in the sauce, call you up on stage
Look on your face, soon one of pain
Switch the box then cut you in half
Further from socks than when you were asked
Outclassed and outfoxed by the superior man
Crowleian reminder, Enochian ghostwriter
The magician’s assistant frilly and pink, Sphinxlike
Gun in a helicopter door above a rice paddy, spits like
A hissing cobra in a mystic’s fist, music Z’s him
Out only when she lets him
Out only when I’m off duty, military
Nailing hats onto the heads of rude dignitaries
When in Rome, when in Wallachia, bitches
Plant you when I hit you, eyes blank page
Half of Led Zeppelin as I take out my rage
Immigrant song decades to come: water swallowed my home
Every second city a new Atlantis, what’s on the news is fantasy
Designed to manifest the worst endings
Tending to the flowerbeds of my worst instincts
Tokedog how many tokes I take per day
Brother looks very like me, male Mary Kate
He looks viking and me skater, debating later
Over anything, causeless rebel that’s family
They do you a good turn, they do you some damage
What doesn’t, you could choke to death on a sandwich.
Alchemisland 
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