Alchemisland

Prisms and prison Love that’s hard fisted They prepared for me a meal, their preferred visitor, Of greasy monkey brains and glistening viscera Prion disease as a form of initiate wisdom Fried circuits, bread and circus, ill-gotten surplus Camels for virgins Part of Vortigern’s circle Without virtue but the deserving circuit upon my proud brow…

Repelling my worst instincts through vellum My heart’s a burst cyst You are the best, that famously chased first hit One sniff of you I’m only fast verbs You’re always the current version You make me go berserk Again like a chaste virgin behind that sheer curtain Making me question if I’m worth it Me,…

Showing no emotion as I go toward the altar Bloodied hands cupping the votive One by one candles are extinguished, the newborn darkness total On my knee before the blood-glee’d totem, offering my token

Blood, too, can glisten like the gold of old and whip-eager histories Sight alone cannot decode all it holds, one must taste the mystery Exalting His bodiless throne Thousands of bodies thrown over the castle walls that night Delighted, He who smites hope Who denies the death-horny their desired rope Which he mounds in ample…

Mack returning Like I ate two happy meals earlier That’s now being ejected urgently Binging and purging, hunger wakes a warrior version