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…

Couple of drags. Us hacking up ganj gunk like a couple of hags Couple of drags. Only rustle dust crumbs left in bags, banging slump worms and hash lumps Coming to terms with occasional swerves and slumps. Bear bones, their mould. Bare bone Brass tacks. Bra straps. Bumps in roads. Bear burdens pridely, bright eyes.…

Two twenty two A M Denuded acres pate balded for new units Made from mayhem, my paintballed view Is brick by brick occluded. Paywalled truths Sooth, finally reach the Empyrean’s preached-of gold-suited gates A bearded man with keys upon his waist Cannot wait to slam them in my unsuitable face.

Barely vomited from the dose Hardly common, no bum notes. Hardy and dogged, the rimed common My life’s rot-sullied, sodden softened log rhymes if I try At bog’s bottom alongside Blade-pocked shieldface and ancient glaive do I lie.

Sleeping biphasically. Medieval ways Gaelic ages, garishly swathed in colours Persuading onlookers of wearer’s gay boldness Gold which never looks older, in the loam’s colder keeping The shoulder of the sleeper, on whom faraway heaven shines Stars which fade, starched. Tapering arches. Marches along tables.