Alchemisland

Those you hold near and dear have you in chokeholds Bound in bronze chains tied to thick staves in postholes Whoever told you you know what a writer knows Either hated you, or it was a troll joke Nothing to say, words mired in throat during force choke.

Girl in a choker, hole in the head for slotting in Trocaire Dick so far down throat, Doug Polk how I poker, she’s getting the boke Tracing my dick through the pants on the train, Dick Tracey Cheeks sucking in when she hits the blunt, emaciated.

To my patience and good nature  Work is a cheese grater Make sure the spliff is ready when I’m home later I’m out in nature, in amongst it Early summer busy greenmarkering world walls, place of satyrs Part but apart, not parcel, nature’s separator A thin path for one abreast where two go, spacetheyateup Moving…