Alchemisland

After chain blazing shamelessly

My unpitied, unpropitiated head lays

Dreamscapes egg laden and hex-scathed

Of begging bowls, of negative spaces, of taking oaths

Of sewn oats, of sold dope, of frailty, of granges, of grey areas, changes.

Mortal-folded clothes angel-molded going mouldy in the only stow

Maybe this grape haze ganj has me going scatty, practically deranged

Like a beached whale, full of gas and meat, one day might go grenade

If I chain my blade-same gazemakers and strain like I haven’t taken

A shit in eight days I feel blossom pink overtake my grateless flame

The far-famed fragrant estate

Place of meeting, farseeing, and making

Mating naked in a sacred place, oak girdled, leaf-pated, grief painted

Splayed for a solar parade

We gurgled down

The purging lake

We’re burning down

Mistakes we made.