Alchemisland

London first time seen in public 

Since loosed from the dungeon

Evince me free equals regret by tea 

I’m in T, old haunts in sight

By Friday night back inside

Back the talk, wrist sticks my knife

Inside you in defiance of rules 

Beat murder 

Next one will be an earner 

Stan Lee until I’m pubic 

Stanley Kubrick once I’m burning off brown brick corners

Big pockets with a flick knife 

Boxers red stripe, drawers for storage.