Alchemisland

Inviting all to stop and view it with unhooked jaw Choreographing their last dances, the loons Bright enough to deny night, this time My poems are writ, my teeth shining A bed so big, entering requires climbing I am a habit creature to the bone My sleepgoing a matter of precise timing I sit down…

Though I publish often, few who read remain glued to seats Walking quiet, rubbish-strewn streets at witchhyper three Clockhands that time denoting poised to free A fireball, flames blue and green Call that mixture cyan, you see I listened to a podcast, since removed from BBC About dicyanin dye enabling soldiers to see Ghosts and…

Regretting ways behaved I miss the way It felt when you shaved Cave warmth of your nearby hide Farside Gallery calendar full of dates you won’t make Gifts you won’t receive, cakes you won’t bake. Keep accounts, lists  Birds I’ve mounted, trysts  Blistered fingers thumbing blisterpacks Wrists blacked from the blick’s click blast Hot lead…

My mood the raven Teasing me ably in brocaded sable His alights his perch without my chamber And braces, waiting, by my fastened casement I like a lady chaste chased by lover gay do shoo away Yet he remained there, seeming to sway His nodding head and cradled, nodding-off eyes seemed to say Let’s call…

Don’t tempt me to empty Weapons tech, EMPs from MIT Mobile Gundam RIP Giants in alliance on Earth before the flood, sweep away easy Just got in a fresh stock of time-displacement grenades Bought them from a Strontium Dog.