Alchemisland

Too much shit talking, too much spit forming around boring

Recitations of what you did this morning, swing like it’s the tourney

And I’m on the journey to chivalry and knighthood, shovel hook hood up

Hitchslap this sap, clapper signalling action, visor snapping back shut

Should have shut up after I told you I backed it, my handback blackens

And blues, alpha teaching a delta how a beating felt back in ninety seven

Seven pairs of Nikes in shoeboxes beneath a pikey’s caravan, shook hands

Just to dose you with the poison I was slathered in, could have fit a fist in

Gloveless and glistening, slippy slipped right in, slipped a right in 

Around his guard, affected him worse than ricin, soccer kicks like rizin

If I down you you ain’t rising, thai plum dead on arrival, violent knees

Topple your pillars, energy like took pills top boy, you pay the Bill

Fighting gives me a thrill, it’s like I’ve been struck by lightning

I’ll do just about anything in service of excitement, said what I meant

Fuck what you felt, sign done on a cerealbox with felt tip markers, read

The end is nigh, repent

Typed out how I felt, stumbled before hitting send, redact the barbs

Retract into my armour, attracting back-breaking astral interactions

I’m extracting platinum and practising rationing, doused in mercury perfume

Heavy energy in her room I dispel with my divine boon, goldleaf moon

Depends from a dreamcatcher hooked on a drawing pin, drawing of pinhead

On the fridge titillates me as I’m fetching the veg, fetishizing the dead.