Alchemisland

Frame 313 at Dealey P, non PG scenes

Getting PG tips off deep throated loose lips

G men sweeping the gnoll for casings, fact erasing

Gangs of deadheads tail chasing

Knelt as it to tie my laces, it’s coming on I recognise the signs of the change

Tasting, for what else is blood made? 

Plying my grizzly trade, per the brief make it brief, I make it look easy, simple suicide case

Wrung from a first degree, I’m far now from my first degree

Higher numbers, callings, summoned

Always wonder about that one woman who got away, I blundered

Tart thoughts, recollection a chomp from a bitter lemon, candle coloured thunder

Her name I hear gurgled and phlegmous across the chasm of a howling aethyr

Strike 3 and that’s a clean sweep, living easy street me East of Eden.