Alchemisland

Above the door a stone urn I know to be an athanor A portent, an adornment meant as a dormant sigil Hinting an hidden place of alchemical importance I swore silence, secrecy when setting out to find a source for Latent energy which courses forcibly through the veins of me Stains of me I leave…

Wished three times for swishers, Djinn offered me a forth out of pity I wish for a place situated outside but near a little city Place I can sit and smoke trees in peace of a summer evening Place close to what’s seen in my sylvan dreams Might be greedy, I could wish for world…

Bury you and cover over the area with slurry No more envying you, bad ending Away in a hurry, in the fields with the Burryman Tunnel arch tall as London Tower underground Make a sound hear an echo, turn to see the Bunnymen Almost broke a leg then but now I sense it was funny…

Bad out talk get my bat out and walk forward Multiple men fighting me same night tournament format Old UFC 93, use his head like a doormat scraping muck off Timberlands Crowd timbre rises when I land, withstanding can’t happen Turn a barstool to splinters with my bazooka, throw a turret Throw away my courage,…

More laughs than a comedy when I snap your branches in half More edification in my odious fiction than found in a homily The prodigy is presently vomiting behind the auditorium Anxious about his promise, the pressure, rising alarum Having a mare, Diomedes, pulling my hair out, tufts between My fingertips clumps torn cleanly, ripped…