Alchemisland

Every time I show up hammering

Everyone following me like Hamelin

Your charisma David Cameron

My vibe Boccaccio’s Decameron

No day promised, empty annals save today and all yesterdays

I spent all yesterday blazed, safe

Railroad how I go underground

Katabasis, man beneath the mounds

Trees disappearing like Tom Bombadil was around

Rolling bombs downhill from the higher ground

If my ships ran aground, a lot more weed would abound in this town

Every night telling myself the time is now

Enough of the smoking, throw in the towel

Up it’s still dark, looking around like an owl for the spark

Soon as I start that’s me on it until it redarks

Marks on my chest 50 cent like I didn’t wear a bulletproof vest

Met me at fifty percent outside Centra, your brain on the pavement colour of placenta

Spit on your exposed central nervous, dervish spinning around the city centre

Eating my dinner off a wooden trencher, Leviathan steaks for the Elect, invitation sent

Pushing her buttons like inputting credit back in ‘07

Eight pussies in my sight at once; lunch, call me 007

Shed so small it’s shocking, getting head in a box, Seven ending

Choose your own adventure book, infinite endings lending me risk appetite

Risk a slice of the cooling apple pie, before I would have walked by

Eve begging me indulge an applebite, for sure I walked by.