Alchemisland

I have had everything and known The boon of heavy levies How to pay the rent unknown Or what to paint the Bentley, gold? Most have one and long another but I’ve had both And trust me, nothing changes that is bred in the bone. My poems are dark-loaded stones Skimmed across a thumbnail ocean…

I have rationed out the last of my worthwhile orations Orisons to that creating latent which nameless remains Man and ivy alike That specimen which insists on crawling remains juvenile.

Though her faith was plainly inert The shape of her, her manner, all madame and sir Suggested she was culturally church Kind and demure, worthy church-versed virtues But she had too some smuggled wildness I spied a caking of mud on her good shoes Often found myself doing what she told me to do She…

You are the blaze which entices my rag-wrapped stick Dipped to dick depth in a puddle of obsidian dinosaur gloop For whom nobody wept I took two of the tablets and slept like Rupert Brooke I took fragments of the broken tablets to her labyrinth To many, to most, she proved pole cold, o’er elaborate…

Plans for the destruction of planets If “they” fail to meet our demands. A manse for the construction of that Which damages thatches, snatches hats. I cannot believe that I would sanction that Rereading texts with head in hands. A white rainbow. The table’s dance A dictator’s childhood, Abel Gance Tar pupilled her sable glance…