Alchemisland

Casting pearls into swill Let swine sample fine wines Schizophrenic, like all the time Hitting the pen every ten Like a speed-buzzed scribe Trying to speedrun a Bible In medieval times Neck stiff like I wore frills Fentanyl fills up my till Shoving powder into my grill Fentazin and largactil Voices saying how’s that feel…

I’ve got speed dial numbers, influenced unders, Brinks plunder Amount of cash this stinking ash brings Smoking hash, every finger banded by fancy rings If the smell lingers, like the fanny of a tinker, There’s bleach under the sink. Don’t need fixing Don’t need tinkering Fingering her asshole dirtied my pinkyring.

Life lived stewardless Nine Inch Nails student Head and heart enholed, like the lobe of a pierced cluas Honking glue from Londis bags at Central Bank, nodding off on a Luas Drooling onto a Colombia jacket Wrigley’s packet blue Passengers laughing, might have pissed her pants. Shit hot fella, trying to steal a teenager’s bag.…

Overwritten save Her, assuredly, in her usual place, only different, replaced; Her body a listed vacancy Her given soul a guest Flaying December, duress. Months without undressing. Vagrancy. In her spacious eye’s emptiness, Swinging cats, Shotput stance, Encountering no resistance.

I am here, my fractured mind. The page still plain, Me, in wait beside the bait Praying, that words will be captured after a time; That something to match my mood can be made However rudely, however vain, however distasteful. On and on and on, until a tennis ball dawn’s Drawn on a saunter-haunted floor,…