Alchemisland

Emerging pruned from the pig-hoofed bath Hair matted, a savaged back Rilles now the old slashes, once angry gashes Winged crests and clandestine invitations Cloaked daggers and degree-earning recitations Cross-referencing his letters That reverse S shape of the Rs, like curved shillelaghs For the peelers presiding, valuable pathological lessons about the worse ones in hiding…

Dungbeetle how I’m pushing shit Young Croesus, house guts all gilt and guiltless Silk quilts milk smooth satins, the rood in my eyes during matins No edits, on the net to be read, you can check it My cheddar, shooting landlords in the head like The Hill’s only Young Ned My net not something easily…

Out of control like a wheelless motor With Stevie Wonder driving, we know he’s hopeless Used be hopeful now I’m dopeful Doing antisocial rituals in front of sheep skulls The ward of my life’s luck decked in 13s and 23s Teeming with fiery, cursed opals Only know where I’m going when I’m dreaming or blowing…

Writing in high volume Background tunes at full volume Weed fumes hide the boundaries of the room Enough to fill volumes, William T Vollmann I just play my role and they roll their eyes Suspected of planting suspect devices They’re asking I am in an agency, C I A or ISIS Stay in your lane…