Alchemisland

Want a Montague form a queue, too many damn Capulets

So many dangling amulets spanning my neck, glamorous

The gold’s hammered like England vs anyone

I think we should storm the GPO annually

Just to let them know we’re here and still angry

You can walk on him but only so far you can pushy Paddy before he snaps

One nine one six, brought low, brigadier general Lowe, remember that?

Roger Casement caught in the bay with a submersible full of Ra-bound gats

Mam says Jacob Marlay sounds when I come around

Bulldozing through a six pack, architecting my protection golem 

Studying body builders when I’m building my body, flesh blocks

Fresh locks and eidolons

Dreadlocked priests from sedge-locked islands fling like highlands

The severed hands of visiting missionaries, eyes painted on eyelids.