Alchemisland

Sapping, unholy

Lonely, closely

Hold me. Reclutant parole

Antlers growing, boldly showing.

My bone rose rode stolen ponies across choking whaleroads

Wave pinnacles coloured like a lifelong non-smoker’s molars

Ambuscaded my boat side, both sides. Wave-slammed I go.

Hope is my boat. A blotchy, vitiligo sky connoted.

The hydro hide was juicelike. The hiding solar cormorant dived,

Struck clocklike core-below bedrock then performatively died.

From green imbibing, her perfect eye’s lab coat white red-sided

Like crucified Christ defiled by Longinus’ pilum. Longer Bibles.

Stronger rivals. Chronic arrivals. No longer tied to my life’s trying chronicle.

Shark eyes. Sharp-minded phonics. Well lined darts. Shard-lined wells.

Immense stones Orion-aligned. Immeasurably stoned with a fine lion.

Ten line starts. Car miles. Bardsmiles. Parts

Of armour. Guileless exchanges with farmers, are

You well? Isn’t the weather we’re having pleasant?

A grand old stretch an evening compels; a grand spell, to be sure.

Sure isn’t it well?

He’d sleep on the floor or in the leaves if there was clean work in the bed.

Smartly knowing dark dies. Haunted forests. Treasure chests.

Unremarked ties. Tossed die. Suggestions. Maundy. Fallen, and so rests.

Lost primes. Hot shine. Bought mine. Fraught kind.

My plated thumb traced her cheek’s blade

It felt like lace sheets warm from the sun.

After tea and cakes, in my garden, for once.

My brittle facets. Little use for answer has the tacit.