Alchemisland

Finally getting my flowers.

There are roses, ten thousand in rows

Head to toe in serval furs, sipping dip-your-toe-in cold cocktails

Venus infers, sexts have my cock rockish

She’s touching it like braille

We’re doing bondage lately, two of us mentally haunted

Sharp words for servile curs, cruel to service

Paid his purse so he serves my time

Describing pain to a nurse, it’s worse in the night

Need turpentine to get right

Motor oil four or five drops in a pint, midnight black wine

You could use to take a midnight drive

One hit off my spliff

Like you were taking a dive, Pride Final Conflict 2005

Painting looks worse

While I remain young and spritely.