Alchemisland

Balls of my feet, floodgates opening suddenly

There’s a single stall, vacant currently

Shitting like all I ate for days was curry

No Denzel but I went through hell

Shit was From Hell, Alan Moore die if he smell

Instantly quells my cramps, pangs

Pants splayed over black Vans

Paint spraying out the back of a stolen van

My ass doing all it can, opposite of cramming

My anus went off like a cannon Napoleon abandoned

Water was browner than the turned-up fields in Flanders

My legs unsteady like a spaghetti lunar lander coming in to land

On the wrong planet, all my face colour vanishes

Going literally down the pan, thighs tattooed with ghosts of splayed hands

I am half the man I was before that last caffeine buzz

Call me Noah how I kickstart the flood

Mud instead of water, thank God I planned and abandoned my plans

Post ‘lunch’ in the Slack channel because this canal isn’t half done

Gonna be at least a half hour, sorry if you need to use it, tower

Of used toilet rolls like a masonic pillar half the wall’s height

Higher pile than that of shite, half to flush in real time

If I was to stand now my dripping would draw a clean line

Between the sink and stall I occupied

On fire ass like sat on a porcupine

Or a concubine turned over late Friday night

Feel so drained I couldn’t drive if invited to

It’s still 7 hours until half past five and home time

I inscribe walls with my last will, scrawled for all, just in time

Honestly thought I was seconds away from dying

It finally dried up but it rumbles when I’m trying to stand back up

Back up to the seat every time out of fear, faecal North Korea

In the porcelain, I apply a brown patina

I’m drowned in sweat, ground teeth while squeezing.