Alchemisland

Vermouths, high proofs smell like makeup remover Aloof, at an affected removal from you Little dwindling about my movements A creature at remove, moonful Ever a mover like a stranger to time A wader through air, a graceful soarer toward and around danger Did with iron bar and quivering eye prise apart. The darkness died,…

Reproof failed to remove The moods of which they disapproved High proofs in high roofed rooms Hired suits Chugging splutter-inducing Drug-improved Mugs of Vermouth Signs I’m higher than you Home-produced Smoke-imbued sweet nothings Her trusting ear revered my amusing queries Her maroon hair betrayed Irish roots Uprooted during some spudless period The geese who flew.…

Used a six pack holder To push back my facial features Lend pig facet to eagle-owned nose. By the third six’s strange osmosis Ghosts and codes flowed To my slice-sown glow’s newgrown potency. Dutch Gold ice cold against chrome Barely touched like a Tekken perfect, hurting every time I throw Touched by an angel dust…

His sanctions are conveyed through imaginations So she said Before the cross, drawn by the trail Left by a Christ who bled as he fled, Before she was fed to flames. La Pucelle The pagan splendour of that amazing maiden.