Alchemisland

Working out, patterned sets, earning gains

Woke up early today, intaking hay with early worms, making them turn

Spurning requests for friendship sent in earnest but obsessed I reckon

Your best mate until they sense disrespect, can’t hate what you never met

Deal was direct, sky high smoke from the motor I wrecked

Inspecting joints before they’re lit, making sure they step correct

Need a spine corrector to keep you erect 

White blue-flecked pills I have to neck them 

Spanner in the works

Devouring the works from the early church

I drag an urn from the earth’s clutches, from the worm dungeon

Leaves crunching, signs abundant, man not born of woman.