Plug levelled his motor, M50 painted with gore
Wreck’s smashed casement see nose pushed back into brain
Fatal damage sustained, looks in the face like an ancient pug
Who plugged out my plug, drink or drugs, mug’s game
Whole flood of numbing agents swimming his veins, Doctors say
CCTV grainy and grey but incident captured plain as day
Raptured in whatever was in his hand, probably his Android
He was smoking a fag and drinking a can, myriad factors
He crashed and, they surmise, was instantly vanquished
The musical Smash with cars replacing all the actors.
Sparks like infant flames sprayed up as the wheelless axel scraped
It starts raining per routine Irelandine, no pain both legs impaled
Cloven bonnet like a raging brazier
Charles Bonnet syndrome how I spy shadows phasing at plainsong
Scared to check my peripheral
Moreso with each spliff I roll
Boat of my cunning afloat, stalled at the first Canto
Like a pair of rugger bugger Cantos a handegg baller would wear
Two red racingstripes from the Cedes to the wall, the crow’s share
Hair like an expensive wig in a different area from the body
Bits him missing, like please beam up a third of me, Scotty
Bits of his battered body rainspattered, lit up highbeams
I’m high eating bream and spuds when the fuzz call me.
Life is a changing chaos, rudderless
Still God bless his blubbering mother
I rub one out before heading out of central Dublin
Snout a line or two of Colombian bia, grown by the CIA
Links to the best bits, greatest hits
Best stocked plugs in Ogygia’s hills
We drove out at night’s depths vampire pack
Scraping spilled packs off the road into pill bags.
Elephant Nelly how I pack the trunks, have to stop myself buying
My own product, product of environment, experience
I’m showing you sane motherfuckers the insane deliriums
I’m smoking more shrubs than Snoop, that’s serious
Keeping dealers in Ireland flush like Queen’s pirates
I’m regreened prophetic Israel, greedy for darker dreams
I got King Solomon’s Mines in my mind’s unblinking eye
Ra or Sauron how they know me for beholding
Hot and high, high Samhraidh, green and powder in the hold-all
Flipping like a crashed car, Richard Hammond fused to the dash
Forehead smashed open, violent pussy, pineal through the gash
Imbibed my Top Gear like it was a tribal initiation; dead, alas.
Taking drags off a jig jag at lunchtime to stop myself crying
Marbleized, a man of iron cannot cry, Talos dying in the shallows
Denying myself nothing, destroying myself cooking
I sling my hook in for the evening, smoking eating and deleting cookies
Eating anything that might improve my luck stats:
Four-leafed clovers, rabbit feet, batch of leprechauns I captured
Cooking since easy bake oven, mutton sacrifice in the air fryer
Jason and his crew absconding the island like shadows at night
Amount of lungbutter each morning, one hundo must be dying
Babe Ruth pitch the world at me like it’s a pyramid scheme
Gently swinging, raising steam
Swish the air, struck NOT I wish
Strike three, passion for ash in these Irish wrists.
Alchemisland 
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