Alchemisland

That hungry hound expectant stare, staring upstairs toward the landing The North room of his master Where a single lantern acts as day’s ward, a pale flaming sword sought to frame the familiar male face smilingly descending  A palm upraised frustrates the canine’s ascent, but he has the scent His Lord’s proper actions thwart direction’s…

Walk into the office steaming, sleek oily demon Stroll into the treasonous boardroom, ignorant of honesty Pigs prostrate at the trough of profits Strange prayers offered in the prophetless open-air church of want Product-hawking moguls parading college-aged odalisques Swallow back what tastes like vomit From last night’s tequila cointreau abominate Slam my fist upon the…

All the sheep I need to count to sleep bounced, they’re asleep in the big house Not a mouse; not a peep throughout the keep, save windswept leaves  Dragged along barbican flags, my shackled hands inherit keys Freed, I release myself Fleeing my dank dwelling, leaving for sweet freedom A beacon the sucked sweet moon…

At the sight of your tired writhing My capsized heart writhes alive Love enprides my foetid breast My cat’s head tilting, at rest Like a stressless feline dressed in gold Stretched leisurely on Bastet’s temple steps, of old; Of all guileful felines, you I hight best

A looming light-spewing moon Like one of Molly Malone’s freckled boobs  Loosed from tube, displayed, on view,  By means of a carriage’s movement