Alchemisland

I’m writing bars like the only man on Mars  Remembering through remembering the life he left behind forever Where to start? For all his cleverness the page blank stark and artless His hand stayed as if weighted by a heaviness.

Who is to be killed Thursday? Bloodthirsty cruel most foul murder, planned see By his stooped uncle the cruel burgher in iceberg-cold fantasies Who benefits most and needs most urgently? What fund surge this foundling’s unexpected undoing would serve Urge to splurge, ignore the blood gurgles Whatever he told himself Whatever his version, trust that…

Defamatory masses Blasphemous masques in Basque castles Odd fashions, silver vessels decorated with pained faces Decimating the cowan for a rite Calling my shot, that’s declaration of rights Didn’t look right once I hit your mug with that hook right.

Three hours before her drowned body was found By a neighbour, lifelong resident of this pleasant town One Mr. Taylor-Pound, who came around To shut closed a gale slammed gate, being neighbourly in that way He froze, like a stone image of lotus-pillaging Thutmose Silent as the line filing up to imbibe Christ-imbued host He…