Alchemisland

Toward entropy tending wilting flesh Senescence essentialised what’s fresh Decays before day’s end what’s left Chaffe, loam to begin again  Bereft of feeling and want for feeling Gaining false power by apathy Shock of new pyramid, open palm theremounds time’s sands Standing still for no man, like a fire as it stands Rearing revolting, frank…

Lying naked feel skin crawling with aphids Exhale it’s just the drugs Nailred wrist to scrape the bugs Thin as spread pat, stretched skin hints innards, wet bedspread spread out half off The bed in shadow the approaching danger  Standing pat with potless pisses to wager Eyes rubbed until soliate discs burn, the blind man’s…