Alchemisland

Score-keeping Norn

Whose knit-formed

Yonder scorned me.

Daunder, she adoringly implored me.

Saunter! Haunting a horned me; a sword me, whose glee deforms gorily.

Any price, life for diamonds

One cannot afford not to be able to afford glory. A bored, thornsat life.

Splitting’s wrong; dishonest when you want it all. Be honest, be a tonic.

God-stowing alcove, seared onyx lined.

I’ll dispose of a thousand iconic lines

To bring my rhyme closer to the lion.

I see her in close-up

Coldly reposed, wholly undocile

Out tonight, doing 3s and 5s on 65i

Stick it in my eye, hoping to die

An oath is iron, talk you die.

The oak is more sacred bound in your intestines.

My gifts too parcel taped.

A terse, karst sparsity.

Napoleon complex. Also ran. Could have gone varsity. Didn’t, damn

Could have gone far if I didn’t damn

Myself. Didn’t, damn. Couldn’t deny myself. Fuck half.

Knifing myself nightful. The eyes on my shelf drank half my ichor.

Drunk half my life. Rest spent in fent-like bathtub hypersleep. Sunk, sad.

All of my patterns I can trace to Saturn, all the way back to Adam.

Salt used to circlepaint upon the pavement; upon car-ate tar;

Upon sole-sparred Temple Bar cobbles; upon tarmacadam.

Madame, I’m mad. Capable of taking disastrous facefuls

Of doses fatal to faithfuls without tugging my staples.

Thugging my pain

I’m struggling with a drugged up brain.

My mind’s a bucket ocean, I dare you to push it over.

Stand a wet floor sign over.