Alchemisland

When I told him that returning to prison Was preferable to continuing the miserable Mincemeat midden I’d made of my brittle, bramble-bullied life He was troubled, I saw him struggling to hide The wet light slicking his arid, educated eyes What comfort concealed had providence’s zeal made real before his sight Indeed, he reeled at…

Remembering pleasure during abstention To torture beyond weakness my meek mettle. At the planted feet of a sleet-phantomed unlevel peak Called obliquely Escher’s Defeat I measure out forever grief In coffee beans And clevered ennui.

The unholy home of Lot levelled Its demoned temples malevolent scree. Coughs ebon My lungs. My drummond leaksprung ekes to ebbing Weeks left at best Each breath extension.