Alchemisland

Shooters like Doom on chunkier computers Too astute, me Looking cute, boom Catesby Maybe looted my jeweller, punching through glass cases a staple Gloves on, dukes up shouting what’s up? Don’t mean merino mittens Look how they’re sitting, heads of tables, the best kitchens Sitting pretty, light hits fits just right, makes me Lugh Lightbringer…

When knocked upon The adjoining wall The one his late wife had painted the octopus upon Rang hollow as a false log He sweated Time was borrowed  They were only the first, Surely more would follow.

Taking off, leaving ground, rocket interplanetary-bound My turf you don’t touch like a fairy mound  Brave man’ll take hawthorne roots from out the ground Even now with that whole old world pulled down  Bullet belt stopping duck down trousers falling down  Seems I keep falling out with people As long as I keep falling on…

End of the affair  You could bag an eighth dredging the ends of my hair Can’t shake my chase, ends of the earth Never stops, no stasis  Desire at heart never changes Filling up pages, wishing for better realities  Living it up in medically induced fantasies  Juiced up in a Phantom  Saw a phantom hand…

WB Yeats so desperate for a taste Happy grafting on testicles from apes Wasn’t sleeping due to profound rage Counting ceiling bumps, repeating the Passion sequence Circuits of the rafters, surplus in my nasal passage Done the dirt, doggy style, did a whole menagerie In her cave like Aladdin with the lamp, put my lad…