Alchemisland

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.

Used to be I would drink like Losty Losty in the saucy, I was Behan’s peon Writing paeans about how often I’m peeing But weed made its appearance, became key I left that all behind Shit is so last week, been there got the t-shirt, miss me  Because I’m on the next thing like ADHD,…

For some All webbed crisscrossing roads lead to everliving now-Christian Rome For me, all roads lead to a full cart on the Chrome Hearts webstore Rolling in it. What’s he rolling up a ten for? Smoking three man bones to one Down to the nib, to the very last pull, rolling with it Like the…

Darkening a debtor’s door Score settler with a dark heart you shouldn’t test, lifewrecker Once fled, showed him a different head: part man, part red setter Preggers despite rhythm method and using her pooper hell for leather In this pecker, too many swimmers like an Indian public pool in June.