Alchemisland

It’s a Saturday, thank fuck I’m alive

Woke up at five, up before the lark

Dark still, beneath a sill

Stillness amidst rilles sinuous

What’s more than diurnal

I use the earth as my urinal

So I the early bird can see worms turning.

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I’m the ancient of days, patient in the Aldi queue

Bread’s grains ancient, validate parking at the paystation

So high everything looks like playstation one

The light is butter fluttering, light hundred lighters up

Lituus lights up, daintily bedight pull up beside

Car window ajar, close than a bedside locker

Shoot off half your hair, make you a punk rocker

The rest your boo can scoop to put in a locket

I’m the best, you’re the Last Action Hero rocket

I’m waving an augural wand in the auburn wood

Summoning up some good, robin gulps down a grub

My hood is banded with Wotan’s runes.

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I have been the bane and ruin of many vain empires

Even the empyrean falls to my vampiric lyricism

Make Rome burn like a tyre fire, Tyrean Herakles killing hydras

Making appearances in the peerage lists, different time periods

I have held the imperial steel and standard, greased the fasces

Swung my biting axe to smite, fattened calf

Felt blood spatter haft, Gaul’s face halved

I’m on a ten year steady dope plan

I’m detensing, eating heady dope plants 

Conveyed sterility into many wombs, lunatic king.

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Regularly hydrating with hydroponic

Sonic speed going like a spurred hovercraft, hundred horse speed 

Demonspeed to my demon need, dealer always gets back to me 

Deary me, put the squeeze on if you don’t show courtesy

I’m the last untamed shrew chewing internet cables

My sable mantle is blackest black, fuligin

I’m drinking mother’s ruin from Roy Orbison’s visceral urn, fullagin

I start my Limerick but they cut the mic before the good bit

I bill the ting, peppercrack in a good bit, Pepperjack the Pimp

Keep hoes on blast and in paid action, glory everlasting the Pastor

Telling us beseech, see yourself the everafter

But I followed him after mass

He was right up in that ass

Cast staff of Moses become a Cobra, ocean motion ophidian

On your belly you will crawl and dust you will eat all the days of your life

Good thing I became a hoover then, removing all the dust mites from Eden

I’ve got keys, heaters and bleeding

Damp ceilings, whistling holes wanting sealant

See life what’s that about? Sea Life more like, orca’s melancholy

Tree of Life, copying down Kabbalah sefirot sipping a cold coffee.