Alchemisland

Selling quicker than Turbo Man Getting thick I will curb a man Making cash fist over hand Selling more works than the Disney brand Andover for the handover Private runway we land over Deeds we’re having a man go over Land getting sold Lamb costumes in the hold Two wolves with no souls.

Entranced by the chances  Raised with chancers Got smacks back instead of answers  Waxy ganj mixed up with a fag  Get gassed before flying my banners Let fly arrows, abandon manners  I live hand to mouth, abandoned manors Cables like jungle vines  Curtains tattered Grow makes it jungle like  Riches like a diamond mine  Lots…

Can’t lock in without my pills Can’t write when I take them So I suffer the ills Slings, arrows, painmaking castables Fortunes, fates, wheels, punishers, oubliettes in castles Reckoners, saviours, illusion painters, and fablists Surges of urgent hate Painstaking lengths to mention the race Neither unguent nor salve pain sating Something rotten in the Emerald…

So many gifts, my parents could have named me Santa Dipped I drip ink into the sink like I just got in the door from a Bic-drawn world Everything seems wicked, all the rides are free if you have a ticket Everybody I know possesses laminate season passes and codes for golden keys I’m down…

Song of surgeons, verses twenty three through thirty eight Parting the turgid flesh, urging apart the tissues, has crazed me Metal screech autistic android choir all day, everyday Wheezing saws, applause as wasting diseases destroyed Greenan Maze All manner of invisible invaders Empty seat at table, with wineglass and packed plate Trying to subtract the…