Alchemisland

Your plan was see through No longer have to see you but your ghost adheres like superglue Appears on time like a German train No time for auf wiedersehen, went from 8 to Due in 2 Due south a chickenmouthed weathervane blew Before the cock crew his seizetheday reveille. Went from immediate vantage to rearview…

Pink fire behind the range, The slyness of rubber, the rage of paper. What from the vantage of my cave Appeared as some great range’s spine, On closer inspection proved a sky-high rubbish pile Which smelled of pus-tumescent infection, Sacred effluvia, and fool-taken turpentine.

Gulliver’s back hurts from exertion From bowing, from crownweight, and from worry  Checking it twice like Santa  Crossing Ts and dotting Is  Crossing seas robed in ice  Tossing turning seizing nighttime comes alive  My ship capsizes My broken head grows several cap sizes Occult books wind-cracked flip to the right page Tophets cooking kids at sulking age…

Here since the Fall, a sleeping evil! Snuck past an eaglewinged flaming sword wielder, scaled Eden’s walls. My daemon knows it all, tutored in the ways of war. Tortured and reborn alternately; in salt, flesh and water. Innate cruelties, The lake became the moon, taking its moonbeams; A latent energy inherent in the crudities.