Alchemisland

Dog-visited cattery sounds The sign-flapping wind exhibited that night At its roof-mincing might Even limiteds evinced its sponsor was some limitless divine. Monsters, those of them that live in our time And who are gaudy enough to be exposed Are inevitably worse in the webbing of the mind Than the closeness of throes, eyewhite to…

Mars who reigned over all such periods of changing marring Resembled the ceiling stains which remain after a good game Of fox tossing. Losses in boxing, belts on a shelf Boxes of tomorrow’s coughs, knife-only sets of delf Lozenge action from a foxy doxy from Foxrock, born to wealth. I am just A man chasing…

Tell your soul burn whole The holocaust evidence of your caution. Lose hold, effusive faucet Gnawing, jawing side to side Like fires sawing in McCarthy’s writing. What silence sires can knight or defile; A sir, I rise thereby Assured that what I’m writing Somehow blurs assurance, spurns surety’s tidy; Assured that what I’m writing Somehow…

Eyeless Gloucester in the cattery of his too idle mind Can no longer smile muster, nor idol thereof He mutters about old snubs His cruel lips drool glossed, boxing up unutterables. Lush moss pulses thronged the reducing statues.