Alchemisland

A curse are these nerves on me.

When she places her

Stapler operators

On my babycreating apparatus

My courageous lapsed and like something caged and routinely slapped

I let happen what I shouldn’t have.

Tonight half a demon-communion moon looms

Maroon-brethren red, tonally bred

Between Japenese mapleleaf and asshole knife-raped painfully.

Fucking hell. I shrink like a veteran does

At his siesta’s done alarm’s upsetting yell.

The abandoned theme park of my body is tragedy marked

She explores such carcrashtic, rust-fuzzy places as a hobby.

This largest scar’s curved ark, she observed smartly

Has a lot to tell.

My body’s hell-printed book’s a profane tract

Of misspelled braille and wax

How like a bow, she remarked, fingers roving my back.