Alchemisland

Trying to put my knife inside, Time tells me A cruel viper slime-ridden, who goes by Hope A thousand yet to die and only This meagre strand of frayed rope to hand Hand strangling, without lost cool or lost compassion, Those enemies of the changes put into action Called Traitors and executed according to court…

High ex, high calibre, highly ranked High, blanked, Cali burn precedes fomentation of verses Foes fating my death throes, planning rose throwings on my hearse As it rolls by on down the road, first one to throw on dirt First one to spit in your eye Long time thorn in side Contemplating the wounds on…

Shooters like Doom on chunkier computers Too astute, me Looking cute, boom Catesby Maybe looted my jeweller, punching through glass cases a staple Gloves on, dukes up shouting what’s up? Don’t mean merino mittens Look how they’re sitting, heads of tables, the best kitchens Sitting pretty, light hits fits just right, makes me Lugh Lightbringer…

When knocked upon The adjoining wall The one his late wife had painted the octopus upon Rang hollow as a false log He sweated Time was borrowed  They were only the first, Surely more would follow.