Alchemisland

You’re caught like a bug in my pooter I’m catwalk petunias, you’re store bought My depth tuna, your soundings come back minus 2 All gear no idea, mile wide inch deep the rising Water could not have been further from my thighs You might guess by your blackened thighs That I spent a while practising…

It was all just a laugh but no one was laughing, turtle on my back Legs from my perspective seem to snake along the rafters Winding their necks in when I walk past, retractable giraffes Saunter under the overpass, sounds of massive trucks in transit Goods bound for all quarters, Africa to the Asiatic kept…

I’ve never liked going to pubs Noisome grubs grabbing shoving glugging gulping Hated pulling, mulling over a cute as pudding Hair black back of a burnt turnover She’s attracted like a magnet by my affluence, high turnover Bank balance more sixes than a devil witnesses’ kitchen Counters, encountering demons through formica surfaces Resurfacing after hours…

Finally served notice, mustard cutter Now it’s just road and dust, another Town, mutters behind locked shutters Shuddering in the floodlight rings The destitute writhing in rag piles despite abundance Throat tight like someone fixed the rope, face white I must do what’s right for me, even if it spites another See some other person…

Cuffs clapped on  Hands clasped behind back  Stops clapping  Asp snapping back harming charmer Fangs deep sank, poison like jam spreading Endings tending toward dreadful  Headful of no ending sentences Senescence entropic tendency in everything the cell death  Spells death the ice breath in summer Not long before the land goes under Mummer tales reified…