Alchemisland

In the car taking a trip

Taking trips, licked skins, tearoffs like ripped papyrus

Flying, if Icarus and Pegasus had a baby who was Irish

Green skinned Osiris, my green tinged sin dust

Light hits the grinder, lid like a sun disc

Fistful of titty, this is not fiction

We are gliding lube glistening frictionless in frisson

Time with my dick Charles Dickens Hard Times

Ass like someone renovated the curiosity shop

Getting sloppy top in my darkthrone top, pants half off

Shock of hair in my fist like your neck swish switch off guillotine

Nike swoosh on black knickers like a comet and flametow

You’re hot and hard to handle, homemade flamethrower

Ain’t none like me left, Dodo and the Moa.

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I’ve got bulging trousers 

Drip sense like a dowser

I own the street

My zone stinks of kief

I’m chief, vegan how it’s beefless

I’m out the sunroof, wingspan Jesus

You’ve got a bleak house, bleeding for dimes

Committing petty crimes to cop a five, fires

On the hills which were beacons once

All night’s alumni heed that pyre’s bidding

Like land arising at Amergin’s challenging

I’m not saying I’m a changeling

But my birth cert says ancient

It’s written in hieroglyphs

Name known to Adam’s lips

We’re driving to North Meath, going’s easy

Lake where a huge monster lives, reputedly.