Alchemisland

Once upon a sultry molten vine-succouring choking summer Oil spitting out a sump. Bitten ground yielding to a pump Vampires seen abroad in broad day, wearing gimp stuff Pigflown skies, flyblown thighs the price of sleeping outside. You brandish my lust like a hind-bound brand above a bovine rump Brandy and crushed candy that Wonderland’s…

Her decanting stanzas Tickled fancies long lambent She wrote slammish in perfect iambic Every glimpse she provided uprighted me, oniastic nights I only ask nicely. The relief of ice Her thighs might provide I imagined her wide smile That Midas rifle, alive with orgiastic delight Did we demand it, did we ask it Do we…

Soot-cloaked the reluctant nurse Gives up her coat to a sufferer of worse colds. My verse extols. Her stately frame Elaborates like Spring On winter variations; Her berry taste; Her Roman face So like some stone grace from ancient day. I run my hand along glass sun-damaged Better to know her ravishing spans.

I convert to her Word beside a turd-hosting culvert Between Homs and Damascus. The massiveness of the moon; hark, an ulver crooning. I swooning struggle masking how insubstantial this too-soon feeling seems; The idol standing versus the idol rubbled, only feet Remain. The wind variates her mane. Only me Only Her of furze and fir,…