Alchemisland

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…

Every inscribed doorframe some infamous alchemical crest Green language, cant of initiates, invokes incident without precedent Vents, secret places, where waved swathes of alchemical vapour  Can dissipate in unsuspicious surroundings, inauspicious omens Movement of birdflight observed from the ground by Romans Walls coated in symbol and motif.