Alchemisland

Fiends are needful things More lines than Stephen King I don’t mean the jotters he writes in On a white horse I ride in Your steel was tinfoil I’m real and you’ll feel it if I have it in for you One at a time or all four of you Too many raids, only a…

Never out of service My loud in surplus Thirsty cats slurping Guarded by Cerberus Burn brand my servants Blue lights am swerving Ghosts, blue as where Peter Purvis works Perverts drooling, saliva pooling whilst gooning As a Turkish sans turban twerks Extra score, she’ll sell on this turf at half term Just a girl, age…

Greedily fisting freely, barely squeezy  Sex that’s sordid, painful and seedy  Ashtray of flesh, James Dean me  Put the B next the D, M says S is never free  Suspended from the ceiling Whips and chains, ecstatic pain  Off the rails like a train derailed, railed in ways I couldn’t detail  If you look, you’ll…

Come, marvel at marble from the Parthenon  A sea path brought it closer to Partholón  Had them parcelled  Very fragile written on Ancient cargo, brittle from Ardours of aging, changeless  But breakable.