Alchemisland

Poppy allowance

Not between crosses row on row

Beneath debris once French houses

Whole or powdered. Evil flowers and I’m all about it.

From dunes to palms to junkie’s arms within hours

Pleasure is my house, rose redolent, posie mouthed

Space phone to room service, shouting like a marooned

Further servings needed urgent. Urging birds to sniff detergent

The land of milk and honey became a trough of pungent curds

And a ditch of thirsty bees. Wield a piece like the Searchers

Liveried servants delivering me cured burgers

Shergar nuggets with sugared turbot

How long she sucks is blow determined

If I cum twice I’ll buy an ermine for her

Kermit colour it makes lung butter, my lure

Within a month have them tongue guessing purities for sure

Liver-eating servals my Belarussian purchased

Spacious hole, used to room searches

Splurging on perversions and new versions of old purgatives.