Alchemisland

New year and, said sighing, new me; what timing! Hair trigger like, fucking try me Some lusts you cannot stymie Kicked the habit but earned a stubborn want for all time I kick my queer green steed into gear The sky feels near so I skewer it; it’s bleeding Out in the storm, raging like…

I nurse a vampiric need I always heed Great and growing need for seductive leaves Not ones obscuring dangly bits on Eden’s Adam and Eve either Even when there was no time, smoke I could squeeze in I needed it, I a baby teething, give me the sweetener Let all the debris of my shit…

I’m unfit for human society Often, newly-sober folks turn to over-corrective piety But not me, brandishing my cheeky Cheshire Cat smile Once again delighted to be my own life’s pilot I washed my hands of my own old life, Pilate I threw my self-blooded pilum I tossed a match to a body pile outside Every…