Alchemisland

Overtortured, my fauceting brain spills onto the bib of the page

The nib is coaxed to brainpink flame; in inflicting waves

Wavetossed, my overboarded plankwalking crib

Floating liberated away from deliberating civilization’s statutes. I could sink any day

Should I choose. Ancient-sung waves over porcine deity statues, trade-haunted paves

Once-walked land shoe shorn from the bay by a Nornhand’s mournful dictates.

But I don’t feel the always nigh is now; et in arcadia ego

Storied marble. Painterly, shapely countenance. Fresco undamaged by exploding payloads

It is miraculous, unscathed after such an attack, such lustful use of unfussy flame. Her halo

Her pain glows like lit propane. Her proposing lips rosy ruby undrooping always hint

Drip glints of glittery quinceish quartzitelike cocaine on instinct. Lipstick

Together like we’re slathered in prittstick, I hear skin rip. Sky full of pinpricks;

I know I could reach that high if I wrote something mightier than these sighing limericks;

Oh to be a titan – I am already lonely as the lonely crooning whale of his unit or tribe.

I lost my crib and my baby’s crib playing cribbage with raiders from the village

Days I pillage and arrange into lyrics, make blaze or phase out, erase. A mission

To make. I’m wishing everyday, in the kitchen daring flames to swathe my face

Rust-gathering mask.Tough gathered but nothing above standard left standing

Last man left-handed, the cleft palate of a glass canyon

Blessed stallion pied whiter than a Valium

Small dog big heart, thrice-blessed and Venus Athena Valiant

Odds wider than a canyon combined with a valley, maximal

Champing at my bit to pass. I race past champion’s chariots around the Circus Maximus

Circlet gold and Iscariot silver my never-pilfered coffers hold, tax for my back’s toll

There are no pills which cure an ailment afflicting the soul. Djinn circling my home

Pouring bottles down the sink, rinsed gin circling the hole.