Alchemisland

Grace is self-effacing It turns away Steels, braces at embrace Loathing haste Loathing the vulgarity of wasteful lust When with wastrel gaze one may strain faraway at radiance And be yet bathed in light’s amazing gifts; the bright writing Which delights all lovers, plots the flights of paradise-blooded birds With wondrous dye-flooded pinions, inscribes fizzing…

Storm-scorning schooner sailing still despite. I am that far out fairyfire light oft denied night hiding. Fixed, firm boundaries foursome world-girdling. Standing in nets no hands down jocks on bollocks, Yelling at the kicker “no rockets.” Patting pockets, looking for the ticket that I know I don’t got. Waiting to reach the next stop to…

I’ve always been a Viking, hewn for smiting Boat alighting highting mighty Odin And lightningleader Thor, making sacred noise Crotal-throated, bearded, flaxen-headed folk Led here across foam by sunstones Land in sight: unmighty monks at Lindisfarne and Clonmacnoise I go red and instead turn Erik the Red into Erik the Dead If he gets a…

Stack so small I’m like what’s this, a bankroll for ants? Remove my gun hand from my pants front, palling around with my love pump Like I was filling the Lambo up on premium, grasp teasingly the handgun walnut stock Feels dreamy in my hands, planning schemes and drama scenes Teens out reaving, stealing packs…

Tell a man to stall it ‘Sault him, storm his walls Vault over them effortless like Spring Heeled Jack leapt up grabbing I rode the zephyr, Aladdin standing on a magic Persian I landed like gentry, started stabbing no stalling, urgent version Heard the Spartan story, too much gore and glory for me I wanna…