Alchemisland

Drunk enough I’m walking like John Cleese Thoughts uglier than Anne of Cleaves Who, according to Henry V plus III, resembled a beast Well, she got to keep her head at least More than I can say for me My musou bar, once throbbing with energy, now spent What was pent now released.

Off the wall  But let’s keep up the ball  There were multiple Oswalds involved End of the day, put nothing past the CIA A lot of different masks, diverse tasks  Alphabet men broke in and stole my ID I haven’t replaced it; if someone flashes it, that’s not me It was on Friday evening after…

Toss back a lit match, “Whatever, G” My walks around the blocks are predatory I’m the messed up prelate, tactics military Driving whilst drunk until I mill a tree Windscreen like webs spiders leave Worried merchant needing fees Screwfacing out to sea, praying for my argosy Ague stopped me attending the odyssey Now I’m courting…

al-shaytan al-rajim Won’t be another cog in the machine Won’t be long toppling this regime

Rain outside like a supersoaker In the temple in my souped up toga Skoda I bought third hand from Minnesota Your last minute; after 30 seconds the minute’s over Mechanical flesh so my wounds get soldered Injured shoulder but on I soldier Bagging spirits in my soul jar CCTV looking at me bold like the…