Alchemisland

Mars who reigned over all such periods of changing marring Resembled the ceiling stains which remain after a good game Of fox tossing. Losses in boxing, belts on a shelf Boxes of tomorrow’s coughs, knife-only sets of delf Lozenge action from a foxy doxy from Foxrock, born to wealth. I am just A man chasing…

Tell your soul burn whole The holocaust evidence of your caution. Lose hold, effusive faucet Gnawing, jawing side to side Like fires sawing in McCarthy’s writing. What silence sires can knight or defile; A sir, I rise thereby Assured that what I’m writing Somehow blurs assurance, spurns surety’s tidy; Assured that what I’m writing Somehow…

Eyeless Gloucester in the cattery of his too idle mind Can no longer smile muster, nor idol thereof He mutters about old snubs His cruel lips drool glossed, boxing up unutterables. Lush moss pulses thronged the reducing statues.

What persists banks posterity. What languishes vanishes ere Our antisocially unreachable near future’s visiting ear appears. Lacquered night reminded amazed remarkers of mighty vases, Greek In style. The simple amazements we denied are retried; Rightly sized the glass slipper slides onto the right sister.