Alchemisland

Shameful statement  But impaled if you’re not pagan  In my demesne  Bad move, I shoot like Shane One inhale, you’re turning pale Set sail as it’s turning seal grey I don’t fear gales, Fear Gael  Starboard sight a cokewhite whale  A sign of Poseidon’s favour  Hold a trident, whose my fayther? Split my tongue to…

A scream from the dell we shall not hear again A strong current my presence seems to disturb Streams flowing upward, time playing in reverse Like a rock LP, so mom can find satanic words Naming the corpsesite before the river is dredged Racket skis leaving cryptid prints by its wet edge Lured, mothing toward…

My debased art has no place in the academy That loud rejection followed me like a shadow One plant they ensured deadheaded before it gathered steam They were, to say it mildly, unkeen On my tear-painted snapshots of a Goddess’ rape By blur-draped wraiths Our fate I hate to say Is a thousand year reign…

All day inside Backsliding, often one must do oneself kindness When I’m rhyming My consciousness creeps kite high Scraping my eye with a paper’s edge To attain the folded vision of legend Naming the bird before it is fledged Taming the wind before the arrow is fletched Seeing the empty spaces before she has fled…

Dreaming, dreaming of lost history Of self-antsizing cosmic mystery  Of sawmouthed sirens  Of event horizon tyrants  Travelling tens of millions of miles  Untired, cleaving a Byron sky  Creamy stars whisking by  To calm me, keep whiskey by All dark things astride tonight Abounding, bounding Pounding where they might.