Alchemisland

Need always on me, like tattoos

Neat always on me, extra boost

Never know when you’ll need a toot 

Emergency cases, break the glass booth

Smoked one or maybe it was two

Was that yesterday, man I’m confused 

Elucidate by checking the calendar 

Don’t know days let alone dates

If you taste but fail to pay my rates 

Haunting your estate like a wraith 

No period of grace

Peer down at your face 

Through the skylight casement

Carpet high life white highlights

Soon to be painted, bloodstained

Straining to stay quiet, make my way

I’m pilot, gun’s plane, you’re the runway

Disappearing act after, David Blaine 

Kent came back late last night, Lois Lane 

Sorry I can’t tell you, but there was pain

Zooted all in black with boots

Subjecting myself to abuse 

Take two pulls but I know it’s bad news

Too high and it’s not yet bright

The cock is getting a rare lie in

Old King of the jungle is a spare lion

Still write but lighting up ensures the muse

Like a para, under a funeral moon

Throw a couple kicks that’s Bruce Lee 

Throw out weetabix, that’s my muesli

All my weed I burn through it

Over weeks I turn druid 

Screwfacing, turning shooting

Came up on me rushing, gutshot 

Tell paramedics that you got shot

Madness came upon me like a cumshot

My bollocks like a pair of kumquats 

Don’t bother ringing another, I’ve got lots

You could fill a hundred bag with what I dropped

You could fit in a rubbish bag

If you keep talking, get stopped

Like Tory Island, got a king

Like Frodo, got a magic ring 

When I imagine things they’re happening

Video game, go forward so the map fills in.