Alchemisland

Ex-member of X-men, until I became an X-fiend

Sprouting wings black as what a demon thinks, dark phoenix

Two houses, double helix, double dealing, friezes on ceilings

Heinous amounts of blood on my painting of Jesus, Jaysis

Going to the park everyday, draining my weight in Saké

Ages since I was laid off, stop shaving looking like a slob

Man of the cloth accused me of sloth when he saw my comportment

I told him I voted for abortion, then served him a size eight half portion

To that portion of him the Pope cautioned him not to use, the diddler

The riddler like an inquisitor, he must have been educated by Jesuits

Jejune at my expulsion, have to find a new school soon, I’m bulling

Over it but truth be told being free is always gold, let’s say I’m recovering

Lost faculties from Atlantis Richat that most boffins felt were fantasies

I’m not antsy to get too into Graham Hancock, that way too many nazis

But clearly there’s something before what we know, all is not so ordered

Say nothing because my tongue is urging me due nastiness, fumble

Never but bumbling ever the busiest bee in Butes’ hive, Jason’s guy 

Read Graves’ Golden Fleece it’s fire, read it by candlelight, to a lyre

Rising like a fledgling Empire, learning to fly, delighting first time in flight

First time in a fight find I don’t have a flight instinct, animalistic bite him sinks in

Blood pouring sticks to my lips, Owen’s devil’s sick of sin, he knew Graves had it

Hours before the armistice he was hit, clipped going over a bridge of no importance

Who implored such disorder, who blew King Tut’s battle horn and raised child Horus

You can lock up and box up your daughter, but nine months later breaking water

After Zeus rocks up in the form of golden water, opriment ored solar by Turner

I’m gentle and tender but it’s still a katana after all, hope those limbs were unwanted

So many voices in my head at once, haunted, casting me out Gerasenes

Harassed by legions of devil spawn, my bidding their primary business

In a dire hall below a vaulted roof, shadows black as Guinness, seeking proof of the devil

Opening a belly with tempered metal, I watch it die the stemtorn petal

I am the stormlord’s heir apparent, calling forth Boreas in his warlike form

With a rune-banded horn I raise the rains and they name me conjuring conqueror

Fuck you like a visit that’s conjugal

Jail bait how long you been in, catching shit

But cases, adjacent the glass I see rage in your face

I go home and refill the bong before doing it

At the same time have her billing a zoot

Not long before I’m the sitting room for another two

Non-stop, prolonging my gloom by the grace of the fumes

Tokes I take a few, usually two times two then back to you,