Alchemisland

Eager to eat like the main seat’s been beleaguered weeks Egrets on the green No eejits in my immediate, with good reason Blood ties no treason Slice your palm then squeeze it Palm fronds and sage tease Eyes covered, the stage lead Me, face me to the people and let me speak.

I read leaves in the tea And in streets as sleet sweeps When trees release them, when wise beasts sleep The reaping season That’s me, of that seed Virgoan to a T Anxious, everything done fastidiously Fidgety, don’t ever disrespect me I expect a lot But don’t expect what from me What you’ve got I’ve…

Smiling never suited my features No features, no leeches I scorn all upright creatures Listening out, for what silence might teach us But the encroaching world impeaches And imperils all placidity with ceaseless overreaching I’ve managed to tease out bits and pieces.

I’m at raves daily shaking it until daybreak Shirtless with bearclaws, Vikings like something they’d make Lakesword ensures the takes the same every time  Scrubs using the Drakesword Tells me more than any engorged playtime

Circular behaviours Shaving years off the grave age each blaze Glory blaze, corpse to the brazier for everlasting fame, Bronze Age ways Borrowed space In a hollow measured in Hobbit paces A corpse in cerecloth with my face Something nascent Given as a gift to me by a gleeful ancient My bleeding key to undoing…