Alchemisland

Odd jobs on stand by for the snogging scene Job lot, ponging out the bog with me noggin cheese Pard pelt, barbed wire chain, and retarded Armani belt for the exchange In the piss-perfumed tunnel, to the tumult of clacking train passage We traded goods to mutual advantage, high grade buds from Atlanta Like JID,…

More stans than your favourite rapper More last stands than a Tolkien battle chapter Reach for the handle but she says no batteries No rabbit that’s a Bugs ban Lugs Branigan again walking the block Medals knocking, one from Knock Looking spick, span Knock-ready like a knock-kneed granny I’ll happily throw hands, any cranny from…

We don’t speak on what happened to me Some secrets snakepits, gladly held pinless grenades Domains one doesn’t dare frequent with regularity Better freeing light not see them, like castle freaks in fiefdoms Kept like cattle but in attics mainly, growing more fanatical in rafters Take the memory of what happened, squeeze it until your…

Bad habits and karmic balance in constant battle, sandwiched between An almost silver darkness with the sheen Of an oil-drowned gull, and unreal dreams of pleasing readers Hard pull, either path leads eager fool to seeming disaster Harder pull off the baseball bat, laced tastes of antimatter To perfect my art I gave in blood…