Alchemisland

Tonsil tennis with a ten on ten who can work a pen

I was in a pen called independence

I was innocent, per every sentence

But sin’s scent incense heavy incest redolent

The brevity of her readiness astounds

The mood lifts as soon as it comes down

I am aroused

She goes down like a split cloud

A kissed chest

The mess of her ready’s glint

Ices the rim of the pillow where she sits

So this is it.

Her curtained bed billows. It is me there instead

A plea that it will not forever be in my head.

Vagrant spark, I am your house and ark

Contrast starker having seen you starkers

I could but gawp oafishly, mouth agape goldfishly

At her robeless noblesse oblige

Please for me, less of lead

More of kneeling, less of freedom, less of release

More impeding, more needling

All good or all evil from one seedling

I’m steaming on green, still seething it’s illegal

Now I’ve seen her I’ve put a face upon Athena

Now drapeless, bathed in Apollo’s rays;

Menace when I haven’t got my medicine

Lend me enough just to make a skeleton

Tennyson, I’m a spenny tenement’s tenth worst denizen

I’m brighter than the lights from Con-Edison

I’m using a child shield when lead goes hell for leather.

Gone sedatives, head’s gone around her relatives. For better

Or for worse but mostly for better I live in fast verbs

Swervingly and without fetters

I try to fly, without feathers

It’s glue should buy those who confuse

Grabbing poles with a bird’s tools

I want the jewel I found I cannot touch

Which meddlesome time denudes.