Alchemisland

Runaway convict his soul now, Would remark upon how Like a dream it seemed, so nobody needed fear, But he could not speak. The unliving vintage uncasked upon his feet; His fleet blood’s passionate flag unfurled unseen, First in the storm drains, then in the sewers, at last to the sea.

On ice and we’re not out curling Making debt collection the fastest field sport since hurling Cutting cunty slabs off a block like I’m preparing the eve’s terrine Weed needer, all mine the keys to all the beasts in the marina Worry’s surcease in adrenal, therefore Careen screaming toward the wharf scarce dared, The rarely-sought…

A blow I thought’d miss hit clean and cleaved The stars were like my broken teeth Scattered across the bar’s scored teak My personality a persistent leak; one that lasts as long as it lasts. East enough of Eden you’ll loop around to its westmost girdle fast, Guarded by an oft-genuflecting angel of vast wing-reign…