Alchemisland

At hall’s halfway, before our Chieftain’s oaken throne Dragonden’s measure of stown booty has been thrown Stowed in longboat holds over longer oceans, treasures by all owned Underlings shared jewels amongst scarred troopers With tattooed arms, striated with harm’s leys At pelted breasts hung pendants devoting wearers to the Thunderer.

Outside rain fell aloofly Slick mires admired warriors wading therethrough Suckholes underfoot, many a footless boot Stewed there where it lay until noonnext When suddenly the weather turned Soot black rainpregnants purged by pearlescent sheepclouds A version of Summer in averse lateyear urgented In throbbing hues, rendering the sky like a book to Christ Single…

Mood: Great Hunt Have a hunch the peng wench lunching on me wants me Also have a bunch of crunchy chronic in my dad’s crombie pocket I wanna make her mine, cross that friendship divide But I’m worried about going over the line before it’s time After a while it’s going fine, we’re both smiling,…

This cannot be life; this painful strife; the slow denial Of everything Crumbling statues become glib surrealist limbforms Born-bolds torn down like fence posts mid-storm.

Shameless pale shade Homer’s blameless Ghost in my warrior’s place, wearing his face Speaking with foreknowledge of that life’s deeds.