Alchemisland

This reading thirst, this needy curse, I have overworked Until the burgeoning calendar’s golden bursts Were dark as the undetermined, hearse hued, before my hooded eyes Which light refuse. The sound of static is the pleased cat hiss of life’s lighted fuse As its chewing flame eats a tunnel through tallow unto charcoal. A dimmed…

Fiend aided ascent, we pray to misrule’s maker to send His age-ending vengeances. Mirthless church sharkeye dark The new gospel of Mark a barking verger renewed A god of gauze, of gas Of glassjaws shattering at landing assjaw. St John of God’s St God of the john, inhaling the gauze.

Grownup daughter’s once-shiny toy left behind come collegetime. Every night the blisterful sun’s unsightly oneness Acknowledged those divided as ultimately united; Despite mighty leagues of sea miles between, their peerers concealed The same flailed star. Tart with need I veiled neatly my treasons Screwed apart my arm-chewed chainmail heart On scarred knees, her need my…

The endowing crown Of thorns provides Wine enough For imbibers. My horn arrives via My nose inside a fiver Let’s enhole this scabby blow then see how we’re going. Rhinoan.

Microphone as tinder Thrown voice as stone from slinger And so Gath’s unbathed champion’s dethroned deathlessly. Mike Skinner, leave you skinless Bill a five skinner, chill listening To the poetry podcast hosted by the one and only Frank Skinner Routinely brought to weeping’s cusp by the images poetry evokes That’s not all, folks.