Alchemisland

Smoked hay, now waving mist away An extensive and expensive inquest Into the matter of my betrayal I find myself an old place’s claimant In the silent gallery, the solemn portrait of the grave man In his plain but delicately arraigned raiment Upon which the graceful saints were quaintly traced; Their faces looking toward that…

Sleep in sneaks in case of raids Might need to slip away  90 down a fire escape  Hercules as a muscular baby parading two snakes.

Eat her out  Then eat her out of house of home  Don’t disturb my turban  Can’t disrupt the rapture Can’t interrupt what’s happening Flashes fiery, of lasso lightning Cops knocking like Jacob Marlay’s  Festive apparition  Change me, replace me Rape me beyond facefinding Grow to beard to escape AI  Scraping away all traces  Sweet me,…