Alchemisland

In borrowed headphones hit the street, meet Keith for keef at the boardwalk

I’m paro as fuck now but when I get home I’m getting high as a parrakeet

Or a palace parapet where the ivy climbery meets the downward creepers

And Rapunzel’s hair is a rock climbing teacher

Load of absolute creatures beside me, born addicted featuring MC get your fixes

The Liffey is the colour of Nutella, you and me agus mná eile makes three 

If you get out of here they’ll say your English on tv, BBC propaganda machine

Dreaming dreams of my travel home, sentences from my gavel arm

A gard passing raise alarm but they do not raise eyebrow, worse out here besides

Warm if it wasn’t raining and windy and cold, the city is old and might hate us

Something evil resides beneath it, where tunnels are

The Poddle longs to flow overground again

If I had a pen I would throw away my pad and stab you through the eye.

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Sky like an old peach full of wrinkles and bruises, the news is a bludgeon contuses confuses

Dig two graves wise words of Confucius, dig two Gards bar fight off me hoop lads

In Ireland hoop dreams is an ass lust, we know England we got Anschlussed

I try to scratch my ear and hit a button

A voice bleats over the bluetooth telling me bass effect is off

This whole city is off and way past its sell by date

A curled milk pale hairy dogshit wrapped up in lipstick and silk

A thousand welcomes, ten thousand junkies

Céad Míle Fáilte now give me your monies

Burrowing down beneath my sheets I am my own bed’s mole person

Got more head than a Dundalk church, the shrunken mug of Oliver Plunkett behind glass like leaders after Kennedy got his ass zapped

Don’t cod you I’m just the watcher, Abraham Zapruder type

Camera eyed barn owl, divinatory phenotype

Ah, silence is but a moment I pause in between applauses

Plaudits cause me to awe audibly, my whole cosmogony shines to be seen

In my search I take no pause, down on my dirty paws like a prelate before his Lord penning my ditties.

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Walk around in your Dunlop shirt, sent packing when you done walked up

My striknein packages are doused with throat-contracting anthrax

Hard as adamantium I lean on my pen and break the page

I’m angrier than Network, eager to make the springs work

My net worth tallied in dalliances, cum-pearled gimp suits I nearly burst from

What’s a star worth, chew a starburst

Let’s dance tonight, how about Stardust?

Ciggy sparked up, smell of tar burst

No fire exits and Ziggy’s marked up.

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What powers I’ve got the first two letters burnt off a Pepsi Cup

When Harry met Sally he didn’t count on Carrie, carry on laughing, laugh it up

Remember when you told me to plug it up?

Before long the dancers slip on spilled guts

When my mind is up all cylinders firing the violence sinister similar in intention

To a minister I hope to convert you to my strange ministrations, no mention

Of my cult is allowed in Holy Cities, even Gomorrans will not vent it

If I said it I meant it

If you perfect it I’ll bend it

If you pen it I’ll shell it

If you rite it then I’ll spell it

I’m the left hand you’re a right hook 

I’m a candle you’re a bell book

I am a right and true scribe, my work piles up

Looming like distant peaks, if I should trip I would be trapped beneath

The vast weight of my own sheets.