Alchemisland

The scree of a glee’d penis, the spattered spotty stars seemed

Red as a snotty, grotty new skater’s knee

The easily-seen desire-seeder Venus poem revealing.

Adrenal Mars like a fat wasp wallop-burst upon an offturned LG screen.

Approbations, elations, daily paintings

Deprivations, rages, railings, weak sadness, half of madness.

Just because something fell into one’s lap doesn’t make it bad.

Again and again, the whole sad drama, she is apple-sated.

The wafted vapours of a once-lofty bonfire’s traces

Aportment, sainting, point scoring during sparring

Florid spores, moreish portals, noirish storms parting

“You aren’t important” sparking stormclouds form in scarlet.

I suck the scorn like bat poison from her sourceful pores

The courtly sorceress pours out my abnormal libation

I am floundering, impatiently unflowered. Brazen creating

I feel like each razor day lazily shaves away another of my layers

I am the last frayed scraps and tasselled rags making up a man. Players

Games and rules and boards of play and exchanges

And boring explanations, rulebooks exceeding 140 pages.

My hacked at saplings nonetheless carry their traction to fruitful action.

Her eyes undermine my spiteful ice; nightmelting rays of coal-raced trains.