Alchemisland

More threads loose than an old rug, old persian

If that bore had you purring, wait until you hear my version

Aversion to virgins, like my bedfellows urgent, extra gear

Sharing the past without fear like someone going clear

Horrors what I hear, joy in arrears, my ears need extra gear

I grab the clear plastic ziploc bag full of green grasses I never pass over

I turn it to ash everyday and I get older, vaster plain between today and my best days

Best worst blurst of times, Dickens said it all in a line, sentences Shakespeare designed

Or divined, the unimportant source of lucence, highted life a pile of loudly said lies

Fool played and fool scribed, sold out again tonight, my iterated face occupies

Every seat, a sweating seething cackling shouting sherooping whooping sea of me

She tells me what happened to make her that way, conferred want’s diseases

Why she can’t take it easy, why neither god nor man can clarion her fealty

Inbetween tales of familial clashes, suicidal christposes above motorway overpasses

She delivers kneeslappers, gleoman splash shows her storyteller’s hand

Moments of happiness meant to shatter pervading sadness, her status

As a madness in childhood battered means to most she doesn’t matter

No fire without smoke after, could she have been asking for it, not every lash

Cast in unrighteous anger, some have laboured to earn their attacks

Their lacking comportment, the poor company they have latched themselves to

Have won them harsh treatment, she’s fashioned like a practitioner on the mattress

Kneeling like in the middle of mass, animal mask to her face’s middle

Hot as biscuits on a griddle, surprised she doesn’t sizzle, lust grows fast as Tribbles

Or Triffids, pick your mistress, the plug texts one word: delivered

Drinking shameless like the operation’s aim is de-livering

Stripped over her livery she is dirty as an unswept chimney

Knocks me out like a Reem knee on the chin

Rocks eaten like the Neverending Story, loved that as a kid

How she makes the dick disappear, she could eat a live squid, Oldboy delivers

OP delivers, opal pinky ring I give her is a snakeshape, Ophidian, her waist

The same as an hourglass frame, tasting flames, licking what cakes my nails

White as phosphorous grenades, white as Bosphorous waves during naval engagements

She comes over an in Opal Corsa, wears an opal at her neck coursing with arcane power

More arrows pointing downward than clean up after Agincourt, she holds court

Her midst mandates truce, she’s the water source in a place removed from thirst slaking

Caught in her craw, her drawing beacons, eyewhites like sailor-souled seagulls

Her gums pink as gun-sprayed brains during a great train robbery, no snobbery

No heroes, just pocket watches gold coins and callipygian naughties

Coign of vantage the mantel above the fireplace forge of my imagination