Alchemisland

Quivering, quinine in the tonics keep me clean of mosquito eating

But the picture of my dearest no cleaner, printsmudged casement needing Windex

Smug lips behind the mug lip, smuggler

My old tugboat

Bricks going under like a house foundation

Blood and thunder

Tropico, I’m swotting mosquitos down the casino

Heat moves time slowly

On the sparkling, shark-marked brine, an Irishman on a lilo

We’ve made plans, holding hands at drifting axis planet’s drifting

If those pants were any tighter I’d be able to see inside your thighs

From outside, from the offset she’s wilding; that kinda night

We watch a moon raw with mysteries and hidden histories

Directing tides like they were cars at primary school traffic lights.