Alchemisland

In Cartier like an actor, looking by far the best in category

Fuck acting my age, acting my wages

I’ve got more words available than Scattergories

If you’ve played, splayed out like a corpse displayed after blazing

Engaged in playing with the act of creation

Everything matters, lots already mapped out;

Connected like hair matted. Mean everything

Because it might never be this way again,

Do easy what William Burroughs said

Asked his wife to put the fateful glass on her head

Like a thorncrown, left her dead.

More plugs than a bathroom showroom

Creating scents like a skunk, send you senseless

You can’t sulk hugging these nugs

These nuts you could use to destruct houses

Weight tugs down my trousers, flunked

School, another fool, obeyed my own rules

Flooded schools with food in exchange for jewels

Shining had to keep a tool nearby

In case these diamond magpies try defying me

It’s finely worked and precise

Button on the side, one tap creates a red line to right between your eyes

Don’t cross the line like Johnny Cash

Month-named wife

I want a cunt-shaped device to lather up my ring of fire.