Alchemisland

The Sea Peoples set sail Offerings made to propitiate The waves, which fail Indefensible walls with gun-mounted railings Prove frail Paling against the rage Of wave-borne invaders.

Her curves in the dark merged with the backlighting pyre Days of backbiting, screaming bloody murder Ended up packed on the curb waiting for a cab Or a hearse, convinced her to stay on the basis That it gets worse before it gets better, improvements daily Trying to keep it real, be as pragmatic as…

A lot of dirt to wade through when you’re talking austere ages Under queer, jew-hating Archbishop McQuaid What hurtful shells do you get paid through lately?

Law’s grip, drip all stretch clothes but they always rip Stretch those, growing but it’s not prize winning roses It’s those snowballs you turn into opals, open up shróns Like a nosegay for the plague ward, but I’m slippery, the ghost They know me by my livery, clipped delivery, doing deliveries Making too much noise,…