Alchemisland

Making affordability based deposits

What I can afford I stick in the pot

Money like a boiling lobster

Is anyone else feeling hot

But running cold 

All the discretion of a gold-garbed sultan sulking in a solar

Bedmate taller than an exultant

Lips and hips fulsome, dress fuligin

Light hits the drip, effulgent

Check raise and fudge it

Three quarters of the budget one hand’s subsidy

Soon back to drudgery, pot and pan scrubbery

Get home depressed and roll my shrubbery

Speak to my cat like it can talk back Tobermory

A primordial feeling that tomorrow is not coming

Standing outside the pub looking in, text to say I’m not coming

Rhymes like seasonal drinks, spicy hint of pumpkin

Won’t someone think of the children

In the quim, not prim, not proper

She leans in to swallow the lot

Loads shot three, trinity of get-gots slumping Kennedy

Not big bopper with the defective propeller

Slop top, lipstick mark at cock’s bottom

No slob can get to the mountaintop, I’m in Shambala

Police arrive, asking who killed Cock Robin

Gat cocked, out robbing

Man’s cooked, pants cacked when I prod him, probe him

Disrobe him afterwards if he’s a prod

Working hard to be apart but something won’t budge

I’m at the smoke spot lunching on pussy

More hours in the bando than a crusty

Sniffing glue and listening to Disfear in the rusty hulk of a former summer home

Getting off my head until my head comes off, Oliver Plunkett in Drogheda

Your mind a trawler, tongue a dredging net, dragging up old shit to upset me

Nightsky setting, stars like burning confetti, lamps against the death of heaven

Body lathed into a pentagram shape, head shaved my crown is shapely

Lately feeling saintly, the holiest on the bad estate

They ape me but ain’t me, pound shop amateur mimicry

Elephantine memory retention.