Alchemisland

Entropy essential to essence; Apoptosis in a cosy sentence, To end it, ’tis mere senescence. In built, dead we are sent to birth The womb our berth a bilge Reading light leant by burst stars we greedily pilfer. Durst gallant be I? Brief silver flower out, crowded light Unwilting rose of Galilee, shower my Patient…

Poppy allowance Not between crosses row on row Beneath debris once French houses Whole or powdered. Evil flowers and I’m all about it. From dunes to palms to junkie’s arms within hours Pleasure is my house, rose redolent, posie mouthed Space phone to room service, shouting like a marooned Further servings needed urgent. Urging birds…

My soul became So blotted a page Nothing white cotton remained. Something’s stuck in my eye I had to say. Through at fugitive pace The churned way she has assuredly taken, Where the lurid and satyr find their safe haven.

For his betraying Christ, tonight we are out wren hunting. From this aping of Naboth’s grapery We uproot every elder trace Who fast held as Judas gasped His neck having failed to snap.