Alchemisland

Persistent inquiries about what time Jesus’s due to arrive Had to demand that Judas in the vanback stop asking As it was distracting my fast driving, straight track to disaster Seemed nervous, that bastard Masking something but never thought to ask what or why 30 racks a Christ price, lips him to mark the right…

Won’t let halves go to waste No straight lines, coke shape arcuate Single hay taste starts art creation; one chord only needed to dance Spare nails for Tate hanging Uncork the man, not from Cork Born nearer D4 before 4 using silver forks.

Oh, she said, grabbing her shabby chair’s armrest Seemingly startled from rest Linked charms clinking behind her thrice-darned dress Hardly a moment outside my gaze (feigned or true duress?) She went to the pond, didn’t she? She did seem stressed Rewind the scene with a button press, humming machines That place whose unsafety so vexed…

Moving out the flat into a castle Like Dracula moving backwards Feelings hard to capture after I’ve had a half capsule We can laugh about this after, once the tap’s through Two pills red-rinded what kind I don’t know One to fill me now, another to fulfil me tomorrow Filling hollows with powdered sorrow Take…

Particularly lazy parent Lenticular grazing apparent Seeing Osiris’ face when I’m staring At the sun ere The coming of the heir to kingdom come Done with Kingdom Come II Boring for all its freedom There’s more to fun than realism.