Alchemisland

About to lay down truths

Leaving today with an empty boot

Fuck fire I’m pyre in the booth

Vampire in the tooth

Cthulhu call me Architeuthis

My brother and me raised by a wolf

We trust but each other

Direlings, born under the sign of Wolfe’s arctother

Our arcs align with one another

Our snarks are legendary, make others uncomfortable

No one will hurt you like your brother

No one will hurt you like your lover

No bother he ain’t heavy Pa, he’s my

Smothering other, ogre wearing my face

One who put me through paces

No airs or graces, we bare face it

We left the chest which hope never eloped

Wolf men we’re not lycanthropes

Wise men we’re not like you dopes

Hopes pinned on like tail on donkey

Like a walleye, your vision’s wonky

Your limning’s off key, your lines are off keys

My lines with fifties, laid out in perfect symmetries

The dust forms glyphs, white as Dover’s cliffs

Actually stop it please, that’s not me

Did some lines like a part time rapper

Hardly using holes to hide wrappers

Always had abundant energy, my chi release is opposite of trapped grease

My ceaseless traffic, my mind a haunted attic

My back stiff with leaning over laptops

My word is final, decider emphatic

My pattern erratic can’t map it the butterfly static gets birded 

Tree sap how my leaves stick to hands

Throat’ll raw like gargled sand, had fevered glands

Your favourite female name of Niamh keeps glancing

Five times it’s only natural, fifteen times not a chance I wasn’t her eye’s champion

I imagined Olympian dice rolling, light behind eyes like brain lamp turned on.

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I’m pale and my hair grows fast

Have a sister but you have to ask 

Sober family, pint seems a lot

Sober unfamiliar, pipe steams a lot

Pick stems from crop

Eat baby corn shit comes out corn stocked

Keep well stocked, never Blind like Korn

Never bind this runaway Corn King

Well stocked glock mouth stuffed with fresh corn

My eyes your thoughts adorn child of the corn

Fucking more people than porn, Korn back follow the leader

Schemes a lot, schemes the plot, cinch your neck and hangman drop

Never fired a gun, fire some chumps during my tenure as leader

I am an oft fretter but sometimes zoomy as a red setter on hot sat aft

I am neither yellow nor a leadbetter, neither rockbreaker nor overseer

Miles better than that mellow fellow flow is my hellsent shell penning

Fear ices minds, never seen anyone die but a coward dies a thousand times

My routines more unique than Henning

Wehn he’s on a panel show storytelling

Work at a gaming place

Lottie Deno’s game, placing pasteboards at pace

The felt is green, green at this game I felt it, dealer dealt

Like he who smelled it, amount of gold like ores were smelted

More ways into mouths than dentist

First time playing I’m placing first nothing could feel worse to the misery guts

Grinding daily, hitting more micros than acid fiend brains in Leary’s demesne

Accruing cents but never sense, hitting send on every ill considered word

We offer support but a crane could not support the attitude you brought in

You are a damp squib short few quid, ink anything like irked squid

I am the north wind

I am the southside sidewinder

A winder up, a wind up bird among a murder

Paddy got poker but that paddy got power

He glowers over his card tops, comes his hour

Never all-in never ballin he’s a poker coward

Worked here most a decade, can’t count the hours

Uncovered a lot of things, Valley Kings Howard

I couldn’t play a fucking hand, ignorant my own brand

I’m not unlike an amish guy selling belt sanders or a Hobbit hawking sandals

I’m a chocolate firetruck at Dresden fire spell

Corpses like Twix fingers go down to Hell

When I play cards, its hanged men and falling towers

Ballykissangel how many miracles I’m forwarded

Get them like spam emails, fortune I’m toward it

Nothing untoward but I wear a pendant as a ward

Protects me from pedants, Penzanzi pirates, Piranesian houseboundness

What I cannot solve I delegate

Serfs stay close like tailgate

I’ve got Cubans like watergate

I’ve got cats queueing at the gate

For a little taste, their tongue my grace

I’m of an age where I think about multiplicating.

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Green greed

How stoned I ever and always be, ent I be, I’m evergreen

My backing track is break beat, blister beat black metal from Bergenparts

Shrieking techno, musics from the scarlet Mars, I practise midnight arts

My foot falls on the night street

Never backtrack Imma face greet

I turn the corner at Brown Thomas to avoid the smell of Grafton vomit

Where Molly used to sell her cockles, alive alive-o

Swear on Bible I have no rivals, no one even close

Flow cleaner than hygiene rating, your word on the nose

My word a rose by any name, name only god knows.