Alchemisland

Pockets like a mini roll got white inside

Proffer me a proper hole, get right inside

Red veins in my eyes, rode like I stole it

In the coochie doing donuts, six trebling

Thrusting faster than a bonus level, she trembling

Don’t feed me after midnight, this Gremlins

Don’t check my pockets, the soap is lemon

Every second line a hapax legomenon

Clytemnestra climbing upon Agamemnon.

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My hairs on end, electric

Hers a shock atop her head

The dress is netted, basically naked

My cool is threatened, I thread that needle

Never dwelling on the threshold

Don’t tread where my grass grows

I’m in something’s throes

Something caught in my throat.

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Through barely underwear seeing pink flashes like fast passing flamingos

Black sash barely cover back passage like bad prison, in poling position

I’m looking into an envelope slot like i’m at the polling station

Arranging nation’s governance

Her barely covering coverlet

Flushed with fake rocks coruscates amazingly in the lazy flame

We’re at it like all ways, red thread to maze’s centre

Temple of the little death friezes centaurs

And licentious satyrs in thrall to Bacchus.

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Bus highbeams burst through the open casement

I can hear music escaping Sean O’Casey’s

Street named after a pack of smokes, back to my place let’s go

The way she spoke, the way her mouth wrapped around the smoke

Course I’m going, tell the lads I’m rolling

Ask her where she grew up, Ballyboden

Until her Daddy got promoted, now it’s swordfish and granola

Greek yoghurt, bank accounts in Genoa, mam’s an artist do you know her

I do but say I don’t because I don’t like her output

Dick feeling heavy as a shotput, Castlemane can colour Schönbrunn

Up the stairs fast like at my back had a shotgun

Markets in the doldrums, footsteps loud as thunder in the halls thin walls

Place dolled up, less about plunder more about her

I wonder eyewonder eyes wander

I guess thirty could be under, she’s making outer her underwear

Her hair downed like a black hawk

She’s wearing a strapless bra, backless black dress

She asks what I fancy, answer you’re my fantasy

She laughs and gets some fizzy

Cold can of Fanta from the fridge

We drink with vodka, asks whether I’ve seen Atlanta

Shooting up the floo, moving panties aside

My index and middle finger called Santa

Dragging presents in a sack, keeping it wrapped

Her glazed chest and face the yuletree’s base

How many my kids she ate without a plate, need a thousand eulogies

Get a sample of that drool for cloning, you could have two of me, seeds.

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I last ages like a body in cold storage

I’m deep in Teutoburg Forest flying the eagle

Fascinating her amazon planet with my Martian confinement beam

I’m backlit, dick granite from a blue tablet

I step into Her brazier, tasting the flames

See can I feel or if I’m numb again

Fearing hell nor heaven

Destined for legend.