Alchemisland

Tap a cask, don a mask join a Marvel gang

Part of the group, one of the lads, in the band

My adventures live in a stoner’s hand

My mind goes where it went for Edgar Allen Poe

Amontillado from a baron’s cellar in holy Toledo, grown and sewn by well-groomed virgins

Drink it off her toes real slothful, sloppy it looks awful feels unlawful, pawful of paunch

Got a net to cop the flocks, escape jellyfish I never let, launch

Impress upon them my zeal, they jelly

Like seals of the whale’s belly

Full of ships and lost prophets.