Alchemisland

Too long toothed to

Develop usefully

New tricks this kicked

Hound. Sticky from the uterus

Something wicked remits.

Too monged for this

Two doses bliss

Dope burn hiss, the spoon’s knightspur skin spurns blisters

This mixture my fixture, a between-the-toes syringe tincture

Brought me back from the brink. I went from gone fishin’ to Bobby Fischer

Kurtz style I’ve won by miles but my handlers subscribe to the notion that I

Have gone beyond my official mission, and not for the first time

A fickle emission the best I can muster given our prior discussion

Slow as emulsion poured, the emotional propulsive course

I am fastened to unfattened horses

Running in opposite directions

The truncheon hit of my overhoneyed disparates

My mind’s discflip’s automatic

Pinch it in, cinch the wound whilst I wince

That room spins which you are within

Blood’s thronged, head’s gone amiss