Alchemisland

Never slip, like I checked for a banana

Never slips, like I glued on the bandana

I don’t need no route planner 

I just follow you, shadow 

Go where I know you are and stand up

Barely see through shattered windscreen

Mind’s gone 

To the dogs 

Mine’s gone 

Won’t return 

Won’t be in touch

Used to being around shrubs 

But this is suttin different, glugging 

Back cans of Galahad

Stealth camping in a bush 

Hundred views, at a push 

In the centre of Sunderland 

Lush, plush voluntary homelessness.