Alchemisland

I nurse a vampiric need

I always heed

Great and growing need for seductive leaves

Not ones obscuring dangly bits on Eden’s Adam and Eve either

Even when there was no time, smoke I could squeeze in

I needed it, I a baby teething, give me the sweetener

Let all the debris of my shit life cop a sweeping

I would worry about cops coming each evening

Now, a triumphal return from the vale of weeping

I will always require the heat from feeding

I bleed the green of which crap alchemists dream

In heathen wolf dreams, out tower windows leaning

In my fierce, steel eyrie

Weaving dreams

My weave hewn from dwarven weed.