Alchemisland

Strapped with two like martial duty

Partial-keef zoot chiefed in the least-used cloakroom

Swooning like a burgeoning boomer before a crooner’s gashmelting tones

Toecurling bones we’re smoking

She’s spoken for but we’re speaking daily, more and more

Facetime now, pussytime later

Mashing up the work, no taters

She sat on me backwards, AC Slater

Live far away so I can grow high grade

Without molestation, backroad cratered

Picking up a new Rari later

Pick me ups in the Supermacs jacks I ate in

Ate her this morning, I’ll eat again later

Three square meals daily, I must be in jail

I can laugh and stand pat

With the rest but really I’m cold with it, like Data

Call it depressed but I’m restless and ever ready, born to predate

I live another day to tell the story my way, scribe and editor

They’re getting longer than Vollmann tracts

Going to my head all this, another sedative

And I’m dead

What he said tattooed on my wrist in glyphs, puzzling to the uninit

Iated, Pleiades, how much of this do I create?

Staring at the sky a lot lately

Hoping and praying UFOs will take me away.