Isis, my finest wife, in wine white dyes bowls onlookers over
Her fingers swan necks, opal, diamond, ruby, and emerald banded
Stolen from Zosha, red squirrel and stole on the shoulder
Person of polarities, bipolar; one minute stropping, next laughing hilarity
Dancing pantless in abandoneds for planless dealers
Scenes from the Moreau paintings in my black gallery coming to life
Older now so more au fait with the vocabulary, big back like I row galleys
Exist solely to sew discord, never confabulate with the constabulary
Never conflate my name with your AI-generated samenesses
Sin-planning Herod panting, dreaming of statewide baby stabbing
Big appetite, need bigger tights, nothing she’s not having tonight.
Alchemisland 
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