Alchemisland

Sun out, ag sásta

Up at midday exhausted

Flat so hot

Near enough need a spatula

To get up; you’d be roasted

No bread for toast or milk for Frosties

Dennis short fuse regarding Softies

Summer’s here

Finished coláiste

Meet for bricfeasta 

Vodka and oráiste

We’re messing, acting like páistí

New style but off old block prátaí

We meet our dealer discreetly on baggot street

Greet, act the maggot a minute then skeet

Whether I am strewn inside a prison

Or off Capel Street doing heroin

Spoon pool sizzling 

Or whether I’m on a poster saying missing 

Makes no difference 

No one will miss me

Kiss his bloody fists

Punched a wall in a fit 

Just like his Father did

His wall kid’s bottom lip

Fell down from Isolde’s tower 

Clown now the class clown 

Old shoes he’s outgrown 

Brushed down box he’s houseproud

Twelve years old when he started to squat

Where he’s from no taxi stops 

They won’t bring a pizza box

Nobody comes if you call a cop 

Thistle-choked estate drives needing weeding

Junk kids wail out for feeding

In grim stairways hazy with weed

His larynx seizes, regrets his greed

And zeal for seed 

There’s no jobs

Unless you’re throwing patties on a hot hob another gourmet burger mob setting up shop 

Raped by vape places and Starbucks tasting

Prefab coffee shops, erasing 

What made the place Dublin

Wasn’t by dumb luck we sprung up

Been wisdom here since Sirius was a pup

Scant opportunities

Tribal disunities 

Beefing streets and warring estates

The Subi takes corners like it’s wearing skates

The nub of the snub nosed uzi snakes 

Out the cracked window, aims at the guy who drubbed

My cousin in the pub 

He knows it’s not grub

Delivery because they won’t be seen 

Here, the tang of fear 

And right they are 

Take a right down here

Your man legging it back to his road

In the van thinking what a legend he’ll be, the weapon isn’t stowed

Mark sprints down a drive and knocks like it’s for his life 

This time of night he should be so lucky, seems like no one’s home 

A porch light flicks on, my barrel trains on this sight; sniper’s delight

He’s slow because he’s wearing docs

I’ll slow his heart, no need for docs

I’ll show I’m smart 

I’ll show his heart 

I’ll stow his heart in a case 

Like a prized guitar, embraces

The trigger no only fools and horses

It’s only gats and corpses slumped on porches

Car makes horses when blue light frosts it 

Here are the forces

Not a moment too soon, here is enforcement

Your life you’re divorced with 

So many wasted crops.