Alchemisland

Acme anvil dropped on head from a height, ouch

Always “and still” after my title fights, bet the house

Lit up, shut up security with a look

Primed the left hook but shook it off

Nobody looks crooked since I took off

They’re asking me about bookings

Booklets, how to become crooked as

My wake a trail of invasions, erasures, bleeding fucked anuses

I suck razorblades to tame an eager tongue

I will end myself before I’m under thumb

A whole life, what a grim sentence, I feel overdone

Already, my sentences bereft of any heft

I feel insentient, something essential missing

From me and in its place a lake of laming venom

I take aim and let my fletchlings caress them

They kiss the wind, make messes from the guts of men

Many men I have felled, in my life and on my vellum

Alone I make the strife into something I can sell them

Seldom I actually write a word worth reading

A verb like a mind seedling wheedling upward at first measly

Growing finally into something sizable, formidable bit of greenery

When you cleave me cut me cleanly, lean me easily into the cutlass

Let life leave me when the first tooth feels me, filling me with regret

For the unsaid, the bets I never took, what I had I failed to tend

My tendency was toward explosive endings, entropy in everything

My eye fails to see trees for the forest, forest for trees

I hear jangling keys, others freeing themselves and fleeing

I have not even seen the door yet, only sylvan scenes

I struggle still to wake from dreaming, it is so real seeming

I awake soaked, sweat streaming, throat strep from screaming

I am sore from grinding like a babe who’s teething, sucking strepsils

Looking up stress dreams on web MD, chat GPT says seek urgent treatment

My body is needful but I don’t take heed, I don’t permit screenings

Of what my body secrets, that’s between me and the keeper of Eden.