Alchemisland

Heatreader’s mercury ominously sank down A dank, filthy evening over which vile, brittle-maned Horae crook proudly The angstridden husbandmen and dying commoners leave no accounts Leafless trees, long lines of toothless fleariddens fleeing Empty streets no sounds Mercury sat frowning His meagre allowance drowned The King sat down, stable but for his straightening cane And…

Submerge your pussy in milk for a cheap, done-and-gone thrill My beating heart be still, gazing upon her knicker’s frills They are a French kind, with straps, bells, and whistles Made me lose my mind Grip the rail to sustain wherewithal Jip like a railgun rail, white whale stains on her bare-it-all apparel.

Tucking into Toad in the Hole Toasted Hovis with butter Bitter cold creates toeless homeless Unmedicated schizos mutter Gushing rain on Dublin  Life’s a Subi Fast, no idea where I’m going Driven like it’s stolen, assuming That soon you’ll ring me wanting sewer stones.

Missed them bringing back Banshee Bones But when I stooped to gather holy stones To make a marker for the latest martyr taking the journey home Accidentally brushed a banshee’s comb  All night beneath my window she sat, a wailing crone  Like a drowning cat, her keening drone Seeming to say “Your life is not…