Alchemisland

Each drag tastes horrible

My teeth feel borrowed

Dragging one closed

Dragonsmoke from out my throat

Sitting all day like I was all day shitting, glued to commode

I go commando mode leaping up out of fox holes if the postman approaches

Omens in the words on my joint roaches, oceans to quench cottonmouth

Drier like I need a lotion, I am ironed out on earthy potions potent as Odin’s ruin

If you wrote them in blood against another human on the wall of a giant’s tomb

Cop slumped over after he told me to pull over, through the barrier bulldozer.