Alchemisland

Reciting passages from singed outsider Bibles reconstituted post-bonfire Imbibing Paranoia Cabbage unto my demise, the most monged, soul high Standing pat with packs, logoed back Tradeless Jack jacketless in the jagged lobby My lagging hobbies symptomize a winding down mind Confination’s self-conflagrating conclusion Nothing’s useful when one’s youthful aloofness is harpooned A shooter’s instinct unpated…

My way of surviving Clinging to the side Of the first person who walks by With some life behind the eyes. Giving to be wise; That one-eyed Viking primate has seen tithe’s zenith, His sky-climbing wild wives were fighting seeresses, brides divine. Who can prise it free is not necessarily who best plies a thing.…

Skin pounding blast beats like beast-bleating The millionth time I’ve seen this band. Eves repeating Like defeated minds beating-eaten. Skin sounded a primitive tip off, clear as any beacon burning could signal: Worms turning so be off. A tingle to signal tonight’s not the be all end all, Count your singles, end the mingle then…

Nailed down then speared! The embattled spirit chances upon the wyrd Bronzely retired the honest tyrant The handsome weir is never tired; Lion never tire their diet; tyres long for grit; Bonnets dream of clean, cleaving hits Spray, hiss and cold hit of victim’s pips and leavings. It is these things that sleeping cars are…