Dabbing paper onto shaving cuts
Razor scuffs look like red cunts
In the bin white and claret resembling jamrags
I’ve got animals, dragons, dust in bags no Jamrach
No attack though we all rose early and lined up for that
In steel hats, self-bricking khaki pants on a ladder’s lip
Don’t trip, get a firm grip on both sides, clear your mind and let rip
RIP to the first to ascend each ladder, couldn’t have been harder
If they with megaphones announced their presence and intention
It was like they had asked for a present of hell-sent lead
To be delivered limb, body and head, riven bodies clinging
To life by shell-designed riversides, need healing Rivendell
The elves are spending days stitching me back together
I wake hard as leather after three foreverlike days in hell
My addictions a menagerie
Something out of Dickens
Something from Micawber’s window
I’m sucking on an orange lozenge
Oral fixation, break from the shotgun top
Lemniscate of its twin barrels, a drake’s nose
Breaking up its face into scale, smile and the production of fire
Smiling despite miles of bile riding fast bike around my insides
Fey fey, fairy fire in my veins today.
Alchemisland 
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