Alchemisland

If you chance to take a glance over see a man whose not sober

Not quite soulless but his prayers groaned go to silt-bellied Sobek

Piss off a pagan you get your guts garlanded over a henge

You’ll get wrecked with my neolithic vengeance, mediaeval weapons

Know you pissed off a pagan

When aches and pains won’t go away

Day after you forgot to pay back the gypsy for the music he gave

Glaive hacked through the trachea, traintracks for spotting and trackmarks

Pockmarks marking where I shot up

Head hurts like I spurned a voodoo woman, the gypsy curse 

The woman on the curb, caked in earth, asked me a berth

Her baby recently given birth thirsty, she near thrust it at me

In so many words no bursar I did give her

Though she shivered and quivered

My purse and silvers stayed hidden, thus accursed

I’ve been told to walk thrice backwards

Saying Grace, around Lud’s Church

At sighting of a faint greyhound outline baying by the railing

I will know the sign then that I am saved.

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Mega Drive Game Track and Field

Same ingredients make a rave

Through the hedgerow a sylvan glade, someone is playing The Shaman

No matter what sin I say I’m told to pray again

Sway my hips and ask for the Baptist’s head on a plate

Lightening coffee with witch milk from Medea’s bare breast, I’m Jason

Opening my king-size fridge, whole selection

Delicatessen, asking which milk.

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I’m different built

I’m clinker built outside, skin made of silk satin soft quilt

Minerva, knees the bee’s knocking because I’m nervous 

She got a big brain and I wanna nourish it, flourish it

You speak up and before you finish it

I land a swift hurricane kick to the tits

I’ve got two man rolling up the bits

More rolling in my room than at the jitz gym

I’m fucking pissed, Jim Lahey

Shirt stained with bourbon gravy, no shirt Randy

No shortage of angry little thicks

Languishing in the Swan Centre, community harm

Cause of alarum, until old enough to start sticking needles into their arm.

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Born in the barn of the dolphin

Fit for the fucking funny farm, had a bird from Ballybrack

Daddy came back unimproved, blue moon since she seen you

Then they had to move soon

She wouldn’t tell me the new eircode, black spoon

Daddy made moves, Black Forge

They’re throwing molotovs at the roof to root him out.