Alchemisland

Royal drudgery, old jizz like wax thrown pitcher style on the dead mummer’s clothes.

A picture of what I want:

Three blurry photographs of a blister pack, antacids, on a rifle.

Dipping ants in acid,

Double dropping the whole hive, lend the queen my eyes, wasp honey

Trifle layered the flesh once flayed,

Thanking the flayer, asking his name,

Begging his forgiveness for dirtying his blade.

Twin invasions, twin flames in jade belljars;

Elbow grease and vinegar suds remove the vile sludge

Coating the family cup.

Clean up after Marie Antoinette’s third swan orgy of the week;

Burlaps bulging with feathers, stuffed to bursting like birds boiling.