Alchemisland

Ice sculpture reminder of wicked kingship, first prize last count Party tonight my place, need to flash an invite in my face to get in Talking things up like Göring Connivers attending my chemical wedding One tuck you’ll lose your bearings No parents, Home Alone like Kevin Something scary waiting in the wings, something malevolent…

Fiends and all sorts of jobs improper Coming to do shopping Shocking, some frothing All topless, my buzzes can’t be topped Stick it in like a pencil to a topper Lick it liquid Or tongue out with the dropper.

Well bred Predator Threat level red if the scope’s scraping my head Red liquid fills my pen, menses-red Smoke-clouded mentis, a better sense Some sentences better never read over, unedited Struck through like ancient soldiers When their foes those fateful gutchewing spears threw from Ilium’s roof Black candle communion, energy coursing through obelisks Dressed as…

Not a word but I can make it work Eight minute videos, naked twerks This DM to MD is lusty, she’s making it work Dungeonmaster supreme, don’t mean the one for nerds She says it’s massive, quelle surprise Someone else dropped the screw in the tuna, Kel’s released I’m here and so are the rest,…

Whizzing by, blurred sea and sky Couldn’t see quite what enough to ask why Images shifting like washed sands as they zoomed by Still I see glyphs, runes and moonwriting; in the cliff-hid seaside Hill-lidded crypts in which tight-lipped old kings sleep Golden wonders still tight in their grip, in their keeping.