Alchemisland

A bite, fuck portion size Contorting and devil cavorting beneath nightskies Brazen fiend with no disguise save his guileful lies Something light, nice and tasty OTO lightcakes maybe What a bake sale that was, baby Rabies, frothing mainly at the labia Breathing laboured Like a roughed up Lion Tamer Short king, David Teymur.

Like Moses, Dorothy Eady Found herself waking up amongst reeds Recalling old lives in Ancient Egypt As an esteemed member of a revered priesthood, out east Hit her head so badly her ears were bleeding Doctors doubted she would recover Despite her parents’ pleading An old soul in a new shell Didn’t care who believed…

Chatty man, can get catty My rock lands, the window shatters “It’s me, Cathy.” Her voice but it’s the fiend from the shadows Smoking on that taffy out of Cathay Green as the Elysian fields in Athenry.

Have a proper gander, you, the leal At my steel-plated propaganda vehicle Driving down the street, howling repeal repeal Repent, for the end is near!  Fuck that, mate, already here Staring out the window, all directions dreary Year’s second collision, with me it’s never nearly.

Isis, my finest wife, in wine white dyes bowls onlookers over Her fingers swan necks, opal, diamond, ruby, and emerald banded Stolen from Zosha, red squirrel and stole on the shoulder Person of polarities, bipolar; one minute stropping, next laughing hilarity Dancing pantless in abandoneds for planless dealers Scenes from the Moreau paintings in my…