Alchemisland

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

An ancient wind that hinted to council druids Bounced about her hair, that captive fluid, uncertain as mood She walked slowly, baronially, dowser-focused Her eyes closed, enticing moment to utmost Soot-throated, my back a suitable thronefront footstool for her I am called cur, made renounce every ounce of me, truly I felt relief For the…

I was born defeated I was, the doctor said, an abhorrent foetus Despite a doctor’s strong feeling about the rectitude of deleting The unbreathing me. I was born alas; the malformed freed. A sleeted casket Which the sunbastard’s crushed canary sanction engleamed. Her car-girdled heart a hearth of dreams, an abattoir of Failed starts and…

Hunting the month One crumpling blunderbuss crumpf and it crumbles Timeblood runs which runs on time. Every schedule succumbs To the realities of life; it – whatever – shall come when it comes. My treatied distempers o’er-milden with suncoming The wilder child, who, summoned, runs, begins blundering Through my untied-shoes life-with nothing to lose thundering…

I find Condemned signs Wasted on house outsides. Could be worn neckwise Gracing a tie’s prideful place. Debasement isn’t just a room closer to clay, lacking casement Where are stacked lapsing containers Full of thumbthacks and lava lamps still now as car-whacked babies Bucks, books, buckets rusted from last summer’s floods Many a time served…