Alchemisland

Get thee behind me quickly, sickly fiend

For suggesting Eve eats her apple peeled

My tummy must serve as my feet

Mine the salt brow labour of the field

They failed to frisk me, missed my steel

Why pay when you can steal?

Your wig peeled like a price sticker on a cheap deal

When you want to look like a big deal

I asked John Dee for help drawing seals

I asked my dealer whether he has green

Checking the second light hits the screen, absolute fiend

Had to kick the lot and get clean, lungs blotted and clogged

You’ll know all about that if you read the slog that is my poetry blog

Crowns won’t save you, we’ve slaves and kings in bogs

We’ve got twin stars and days for dogs

We’ve got hard bars and demon-swollen hogs

Frisky when I’ve had whiskey, even a bit

Bitch bit me, clit between my teeth

Unzipped and sipped

Teats leaking, sucked all night, whistle cleaned

Before she sucks, like a singer holding the mic in silence

Striking image, she strikes like a poised viper, undeniable violence

Throat pliant as rubber, no coitus interruptus

I can’t pull up before erupting, it’s as good as done

With the first tugging, I go bug-eyed for you, honey

Want it name it: powder, prestige, money

Moaning her or me, on her knees best pleased at her pleasing

Eager further in she’s leaning, her tonsils back in rearview

She winks afterward like she knew, hints that was just a preview.