Alchemisland

Moving mad like Cumberbatch doing mo-cap for dragons I’m in the no fear no face hat Bill down like a platypus with a parachute Place got looted but thankfully no one was forced to use a shooter Glad to see the back of us, lad Back of the hand if you make me mad Numbers…

Doer, done it and does it Kief tray’s full so dust it, cousin Some musk, mustiest kush since Hasan-I-Sabbah suggested rolling one up Always getting one up, aiming for a one and done Boy wonder does wonders, need a run up, running Dublin and London.

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.