Alchemisland

Singles hewn from crowded thirds Beneath Earth’s most deserted fir. Urges so strong they hurt. Loathing how quick what I’ve learned To need purges my purse. Wrote what I saw but knew not, then nor now, What the ambulating herald’s appearance connoted, The amulet at my breast, typically cold, grew momentarily molten.

Upon, as asset to, an ass, is Jesus back? quipped the papers When some taker for quick jape leaked gayness without his say So and so it was, so it goes So one knows at rite-stowing night why In unquiet dreams he rides screaming into open throats. Saw a violet woman opal-eyed Emerge from opining…

Untrampled lands My old manse Ivy plant clad Eschews fancy trappings, like plans Dungeon lonely Onion stone only Miles of devotional tapestries Depicting recondite mythological scenes; Sky like Pict-skin, white with woad spirals Picturetaker, lasts a while like a corpse’s smile.

Oven at 200 for, say, 25 minutes Come out perfectly Laden feed for a laden people Dark of latent need on a blatant treeless heath Potatoes, Queens printed boldly on the dusty sack Their weight in some sense their nature. Easter closing in, I have deprived myself nothing The greatest temptation of all When the…