Alchemisland

A worrying red star glued to the sky I met the convict on the mire Together, we passed time skimming a handful of Irish Bibles Across a Tiber tired of tribunes, tithes, troopers, Trojans, and triremes. The wished-dry swimming pool of my veins at capacity on a Friday My timered life a poorly poured fried…

An hundred lumps from an hundred bumps Clearly as those lumps signal mumps I am her most astute student In duvet-chewing dreams, I am lost in melee My rune-scoured sword ichor frosted. In heaps the slain lay Howling wolves descended before their gore soured, their claim. The horse hour, the year of the glaive; Tomorrow’s…

The kicked bladder spun for miles, Over many cornful spans did fly. I call admiringly across the storms, I fall before the Lords in every lifetime.

The clumsy, functional Latin of a hedge magus Enabled me to intone the sable phrases of the incantation. Invitations. Invocations located in henblood-sprayed pages. Lost in the satin sumptuous of her gazegrabbing estrangement Bookback black as a sunchewer’s tongue An addict, her unguents clump my hundred stumps Her emasculating chambers decorated with paintings of hung…