Alchemisland

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…

Use used be nightly Like the donning of a nightie The kicking off of street-scummed Nikes The removal of contacts from an eye What it saw? Ask George Bataille The reed, the leaf, the weed used make me feel nice Sure, the anxiety was crippling but the flow state was mighty Now I must drink…

In front of a scratched, displeasing mirror Taking diminished white off keys Bag demolished in one minute Bits to keep us safe, and warm this winter When it is gelid, historically Nights on, striving to keep sleep off Place’s safety in my keeping Trying to rouse myself awake, fending off sleeping demons Who make bold…

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…