Alchemisland

Following my corpse down the road, whole tribe You’d have thought it was a triumph for some returning Roman Daughter of Ryan get her to roll one on my phoneback Seafoam secrets those cerise-honed lips hold Lick closed, lick along the skin backs To stick them, hits nice acts like a stimpak To my addled…

Reduced to blogging Was nightly sobbing about no one watching I was pouring every ounce of energy into poem creation And the ultimate result went further than agitation At a lack of any chance to make this lark my occupation Stasis no movement any what way My traducement worsened each day I would soon be…

If you suck me I’ll take the ban away If you’re still wrecking head Keep away that span the document dictates Once they’ve had a taste they become deranged Monkey’s paw arranged it, how I got it? Listen I’m saying it shameless Bled at the tip of the sabre Wanted stuff so I got a…

Ceiling’s vaulted in the main gaff Got special bread like a celiac Blind like Cilla’s kind Serious at cooking been compared to Delia like Delia-lite with the cokeen and bakelite No such thing as a safe night Patrolling outside like the dark knight Once the moon ignites my droogs take flight The stuff our brooms…