Alchemisland

It’s hopeless Texaco blues in the tote then down my throat She stirs my glad glands, tropic Tropic of cancer, tropic of capricorn The horn she gives me, it’s like all the world’s porn Is playing at once, I can barely keep the cum in my horn; hornucopia Shagging all morning; if I was born…

Her coat still on, she gives a soapy handjob to a bearded John Wheel of fortune, wagon wheels, deodorant; let it roll on She says goodnight mister, forget the Tom The city looks like it’s been bombed A sense of eerie, unwanted calm Drink to her pain, a miraculous balm.

Have a proper gander, you, the leal At my steel-plated propaganda vehicle Driving down the street, howling repeal repeal Repent, for the end is near!  Fuck that, mate, it’s already here Staring out ash-streaked windows, all directions dreary A silent insurrection, the cruel state machinery Lives lived in hunch-down cubicles, in a state of abject…

Devil deals to stop me dying Jack Parsons, triangles with eyes inside Burroughs trying, failing to join CIA OSI  We promise it doesn’t stand for Osiris, Set and Isis this time Mass surveillance, never TMI  Casual, frightening violence The lysine contingency applied A bull bound for Midas first breaks all the good China.