Alchemisland

Fevered sleepless as one afflicted by cleaving fever Ere-recurrent mercury entubed reduced to steam Kicked away coverlets sweat-steeped mounded by my feet I coughed away from her sand-arrayed feet, refused to be defeated Inhaled the censer’s floral breath She had dreamt me lengthily with charm a plenty But desired neither reason nor sense I was…

I have had everything and known The boon of heavy levies How to pay the rent unknown Or what to paint the Bentley, gold? Most have one and long another but I’ve had both And trust me, nothing changes that is bred in the bone. My poems are dark-loaded stones Skimmed across a thumbnail ocean…

I have rationed out the last of my worthwhile orations Orisons to that creating latent which nameless remains Man and ivy alike That specimen which insists on crawling remains juvenile.

Though her faith was plainly inert The shape of her, her manner, all madame and sir Suggested she was culturally church Kind and demure, worthy church-versed virtues But she had too some smuggled wildness I spied a caking of mud on her good shoes Often found myself doing what she told me to do She…