Alchemisland

Commanding lust using banned signals, which novices lust Torrid knowledge from horrid books which porridge minds Bulked coffers full of bread, not Hovis Gilt-rinded fruit in Midas’s holding Always holding potent cause-wheeze potions. Time’s disposable, enough to write unpromotable tough-read novels, Instead waste my life getting chased by taser-wielding officers Because my pipefodder’s the source…

I squeeze noothgrush from tube to nude toothbrush Surprised ever, my light-levered eyes. July’s cleverest devices subscribed Indescribable what I’ve tried to described An, the, iceberg’s highted height Ill-belying its hidden sizes The months ahead must provide This prideless scribe with lineworth lies Resupplying my bong’s geyser when I feel a high subsiding The age…

An immense black erection between henge and obelisk Confused to hobbling our terrestrial sense of direction. The seductions of that rufous odalisque proved my ruinous undoing; Where garter and hem communed, my confused lips perused, The line of her underwear like a failed HELP by one marooned Yet unattuned to self fending and solitude.