In winter the lights take ages coming on
Going to bed, layers take ages coming off
Ages since I’ve been outside
Do finally, looking Lugosi
Wouldn’t have looked my way back in the day
Now she’s acting like she knows me
Has a big back and plenty practice
Dreams of being an actress
But really she’s a waitress in the Bad Ass Cafe
Why not just say it that way, state it plainly
Not every casement can be stained glass
You know that way?
She’s taking my shit because she’s taking my shit
Lines, bifters, hits, dips, dipped strips
I’ve got everything, and rings
With which I summon Djinn
They look like bin bags
With black, smoky dragon wings
Sort of a Balrog Banshee twin type thing
An image that lingers once seen
Real-seeming, realer than dreams feel
She keeps taking big drags
She’ll be aging quick, rapid hag
She’s telling me I’m a dragon in the Asian calendar
She’s telling me how she identifies, what way she swings and sways
Mention pronouns get sent away
Teacher Remus Lupin
How I wake up screaming
Pillow marked by tooth
Done a lot of pollutants
Roster: body abusing, unto a mutant
Rooster, imagining ;Nam as a first person shooter
Thought I met Jesus as a light beam
Thousand thesis, vast exegesis
Eating turkey, next day sambos with shavings
Accusing Turki Al-Sheikh of slavery
I’m more powerful than Steven Seagal’s aikido throws
I’m feeling that nose kilo dripping down the throat
Afraid I’ll flip it going down the road, streets mean
As a golden ratio, action without unseemly need
My whip squeaky clean
Flashier wheels than Ezekiel.
Alchemisland 
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