Alchemisland

Walking around with baled fists

Paid my bail at the station

Cop shop vacation, three nights I stayed in

Pale as pail in

Travel like Palin

Hold the Luas yellow railing

Chest puffed out, hands are bricks

Johnny Eagle tats over heroin pricks

Irish men are good with bricks

Kind which cement sticks 

Kind which nostrils lick

Dealing openly outside North Earl Street Dunnes, red hot

Lucozade, Yop and chocolate with gold foil from the Spar shop

Garda in two patrol block, Talbot Street least favourite stop

Thumbs tucked in at their tops, baton any grief man drop

Is that stabproof? Let me stab you, stab through and reveal truth

Stop and search, two bags of brown, four benson and a strawberry Yop

Confiscate and send him off to rob; couldn’t clean this place with a mop

Chest hot rubbed on Vicks

Like Good Guinness your head is thick

Hair cropped short like Private Hicks

Liffey stinks of shit like the Styx does of sulphur

Done nothing so far, planning something soon

Wolf man, or with-womb

How calendar fixed to moon.