Alchemisland

Blood red sunset

Mud crept up hem

One step upset

Something stolen

From the grave of Set

I’m OK, I’m upset

A table set

To appetite whet

Trays laden with farmyard death

Steaks, gravy, breads

Snakes kiss-charmed her fatemaking breath

Human heads.

My retardant skin little brindles

Her fire-mingled drakesigh’s promised death.

I neither breaking nor bending contort

Conform at day’s ending; toward your little ending I will tend to comport;

Apport measured to her legless leisureful mind’s more sordid efforts.

A port built to measure; the expectation of pleasure

Treasure’s animation, sporting triumphs

Being deified, seeing day rape night

From a a divine’s elevation.

Steakknife sameness, two catoninetails blameless

Teach me shameless, each week painless, she is henbane, strange opiates

Her openness obliviates, blows the dust off my system tray

Blows the rust off my cervix scraper

The centaur takes what she takes. Now, fuck. Hate later.

By her frame’s lure or her gaze’s bladelike make me scathe. Two sewer

Hatelings estranged by a sea which fate makes a mere seam, a strait

One with boots each step seven leagues could easily leap straightaway.

Animals seem to understand my language, lording over clients

The vorpal sword I formed of her capsizing meteorites and pig iron

A secret scroll upon my soul, which only she and I can know, inscribed

Spidery cramped writing the name of defiler who gave model life.

Metered stripes

Along the sleek spine

Of this duly entitled, sleep-eyed

And jewelline, The Jury tonight

Rang them twice

Accordingly they’ve sorted lube and ice

Made the room nice for something sordid

Got something sorted

Tell my conscience: console or get aborted

Sell my soul to afford it

Tell your hole I’ll absorb it

Felled a crow and you caught it, your craw a capacious drawer

Ample storage, trampled core

Sampled gore. Cramped; endure.