Alchemisland

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.

No one knows and no one cares No one remembers how he looked atop his destrier None of fop; all of wind and movement; a sail of skin, hoof, mind and hide. Back when his floppy flaxen hair reached his burgeoning smithy shoulders At ten, he could hold older men above his head. Since, time’s…

The Lord of this world died tonight at twelve past midnight None permitted entry, save family and friends from the Gentry From after-silent maw one snake warning sigh jailbroke, rattle-addled, Filling the room like adulation upon an idol’s entry Like gas due injurious inhalation Upon a spectacle century’s applaudnow end. He loved horses, that you…