Alchemisland

I’m wilding out on the dancefloor

But something’s rotten in the state of Denmark

That Surströmming doesn’t smell too upmarket

I’ve got bats in my belfry, no cash in my attic

Attic tragedies performed at Athens to please Apollo and Dionysus

Blue eyes dancing like lapis

Multisyllabic

Tight black paints, the outline’s priapic

I take off my belt like a retiring champion

Like Broughton had trained me, the Irish were landing

In the houses of the landed gentry, the first sign of fire scented from the landing

As servant Annie crosses the gaff’s span in search of any dust

Every penny she’s ever made she’s stuffed into a wall hole

Voluptuous vixen champing at the bit for her fix

Spread like a boneless yogi, I can see her cervix

When I’m in her mouth, she’s wordless

Only aggressive verbs to the deserving

Tumbler ice clinking, mixing up her favourite drinks

Admix: gin, Lucozade and Alizé

Downward view of you, loco wages, Djinn and daemon

Virgo don’t forget, don’t remind me about Dre

With dreidel I will play

Rolling in the hay, grabbing ankles, Robert Drysdale

Hobbit how I’m hitting pipes shoeless

Ruthless, end the book with a lover’s shooting

Open door policy since the boot in

Bean can offerings pimp the shooting

Deadshot deadeye deadout, heart Hoth cold

Temperament hotcold, KP said like a girl changes clothes

More like how often a psycho changes his role

I’m a mercurial Virgo, I stop cold in my tracks

Turn smooth as a waxed back

Hear a grenade rolling, happy to whack it back

Blacken you with my racket if you win too many sets

Iraq how I might have WMDs, Schrodinger’s nukes.