Alchemisland

My house like a scene from steerage, iceberg-pre

But the silence is porn-loud when partygoers leave

I used to be a man, I am handsomeness once it becomes debris

One man in two minds, Jekyll famously, ley lines lead me to be divided

Blooded and darkbright with secret light

I could hide between the cracks of this world and that

A hatch and a ladder whose lower rungs a total blackness obscures

Two timelines, each with its own beautiful lures

I’ve been cleaved, no goodbye from the leavers

Just white bits left drying on keys to cars I rarely drive for rich reasons

Snow inside like we skipped the warm seasons.