Alchemisland

Words like birds alight my fingertip branches

Breaking up the inertia, discerning now answers in yesterday’s patterns

In step in time like a dancer, the music is time

Joyce tried Proust but couldn’t prove his greatness

Dying for a smoke, in every sense

Find what you love and let it kill you, spend every cent pursuing decadence

An ending soon you figured was decades hence

I will say someday that I used be handsome

To enforce carbon taxes they had to ban summer

Quest mission zero emissions

Zero tissues, myriad issues 

11 days sober doesn’t warrant a facebook post, posting to replace coke needs

Officers walking down the drive, knocking they’ve got warrants

I’ll come out little older nonethewiser, feed my houseplants until I’m back

I’m living in a squalid Montmartre flat, no solid income, no solids incoming past these lips

Dip out mid eclipse and pace near the flowerbeds, smoking

Shivering middle of winter, pants sporting rips, hand handgripping

Stiff with all day sitting like I couldn’t stop shitting

Shifting this one in the kitchen after hash biscuits

I hate the way you go on

Muzzle you should throw on

A gloomy tomb in a former icehouse ivy wouldn’t grow on

Decorated with nice shells and images of Osiris’ bride Isis, wingspread

Pushing to get to the front like it’s early days World War I

If I don’t get Oasis tickets I’m cutting off my dick

Exposing yourself to new things doesn’t mean showing off your junk in public

Won’t someone think of the kids, tuck away your manhood before I cut off your dick

Catch the git who talked shit, stripped and strapped to a chair in a shipyard

Sweating like he had a serious illness when I produce the weapon, shithard

Wet him, red on white like an alchemical wedding, his wet skin unwelded

He is feeling unwell seeing his shedded blood spread along the concourse

Very little force required to divorce skin from form, eyes from tunnels, empty bores

Looked gored by a boar, two holes no blood left according to a coroner’s report

Hit record then unsheath my sword, up the charts soaring

Like the latest Kanye abortion, uncleared samples spermbank unwanted portion

I’m here to make my fortune, fakeout, trick a friend take his opportunity how unfortunate

Confessing under torture, I killed four of the five you mentioned

They hit me with a phone book until I confessed, left me two thirds dead

One third of me is like ten whole of them, I dug a hole fit for ten

But got sentenced before I filled it up, better keep your mouth shut

Or I’ll be driving up your road examining house numbers like the Count

Arm hanging out the window, gun snout restless, here about amounts

Rizzle Kicks are back, just when my youth got its toe tag

Back, black and jazzy

Looking snazzy, clothes fancy, closeline a nazi freedom bandit

Head clattered off the pave so heavily he abandoned the badness

No more fourth reich plans hatching in the Dagda’s land

Right wing cop a right kick, learnt kickboxing in Sing Sing prison

Crash on delivery, air time like he had on air max, smacks of crap

That philosophy you have, being around you is a drag, no queen

Drag you through the streets after squashing the beef, walk of shame

Not yet insane but something awry in my brain, I don’t feel the same

Since I came of age, is anyone else on the same page, the same pain

In my veins that gave my grandfather fits, shit is the pits

Variable interest, eager to do something else.