Alchemisland

A curse are these nerves on me. When she places her Stapler operators On my babycreating apparatus My courageous lapsed and like something caged and routinely slapped I let happen what I shouldn’t have. Tonight half a demon-communion moon looms Maroon-brethren red, tonally bred Between Japenese mapleleaf and asshole knife-raped painfully. Fucking hell. I shrink…

A shaken palm frond’s pagan breath entered disturbingly The west window left unerringly on vent, to prevent damp. Stirred to animation’s vainness The fragrant birdnest cresting Her saint-curing hair’s knotless knotty undress. Wonderous wander-pushed eyes Bright tho’ sunless like Buried dandelion wine A plundering pirate’s hideout of mine; Tide-close in glow and cold as no…

Sliced-lid eye Nothing undescried Utterly undesired, once described unkindly As not the writerly kind. Sentient bones naturally loathe the maker of their aching Third eye mine, third lucky try and I’m Over the gate. I already gave my stained glass portion to Satan The acid eats away that which is not image, the graven face…

Stoner seeking stable owner Own home, GSOH, can sustain boner.

Fragrant daisy Bee-dazed Dodges chastely My inhalations. Lowering my elevation Knees requiring replacement Play the spitting fire notes of older age.