Alchemisland

Floating over

Opal oceans

Butterfly frozen

My eyes confined.

Upwardly mobile. Fill my throat-dyeing cup up to the lip, and sup.

Kiss her bitter lustral gift in no time.

She is that gifted, well-equipped, lilting, and lifting prose style.

My disjointed, hiss-greeting soul is beneath the Nile imprisoned.

Rope forgives my sins. Hope schisms. Anointed, I am Chrism’d.

Bowties. Slowed time. Motile. Appointments. Low style. Both smiles.

Saying it’s wild. Hope it’s only my nice dope acting as it should but

Thought I spied a supernatural light shuffling in my eye’s peripheral just

Now. Is something afoot?

Ripper blunt, finally packed in too much classflunker’s bud.

I am not the captain. Bull run.

My blood uncapped bolts like sliding mud

Over a bus full of unlucky tourists visiting South America to taste a sun;

Glum saying but trip’s a bust; RIP but that’s a one on TripAdvisor, son.

In all the frightening fighting, my heightened visor slips down

And gowned in gapped iron I bite down, tasting iron and fire.