Gushing back, lashing me like a bad slave
Growing back, like the Hydra was slayed
Like someone cut a worm, or a lizard’s tail
Extra chapters in the Canterbury
This is the wizard’s tale
Running my hands over card backs
Like they had braille, for context
I use a set of tarot cards to plan my day
House smells like someone
Pulled the dank pin from a hash grenade
My shit colour green beret
Show them a hint of the hit parade
Oh shit brother, that’s OK
More chaos than rush hour Bombay
In the Hyundai hurrying
Wrong side of the road, fucking Europeans
Spoiling corpse smells of ripe durian
Snipe you in early June
Know what I did this summer, didn’t miss.
Alchemisland 
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