Alchemisland

Army of shadows

Arrow shower worse than Psycho

War shouts from fadó fadó lodged in a carnyx throat

After battle more bones strewn than Fido ever knew

More wounds, more lives ruined, more stewing

To come peculiar lunar aspect during which I chew over this next year

Like a hound chewing a pig ear, gristle for the mill I never miss a meal

I never miss when I strike a hit-needing peon, I’m gone beyond unbonded

Foglight sweeping the swamp for bodies

Arranged rotten in a bothy, water grey with human flotsam

I’m leaning down to the carkeys, potent runes carve these

Stone cleaves stone leaves rubbled a stone rose

Stoned I arose from the dankthrone my unseized leaves sorceried

Into my sort of reality, source seek Eden

My black jacket backseat reads Darkthrone

Paid for my cottage working gach seachtain

Never bought stocks but off like a rocket, amount shocking

Amounts swapping, the solicitor swamped with dollars

My place in the swamp, swallowing dank with Donkey

In his Delirious era, eating breakfast on Pluto

Bathe in moonglow, go where the moon go

Going to the loo say back in a minuto

Screwface squeezing through the jacks window

Escape the bathroom, something like Shinobi

Freethrowing, going like Cro Cop switching hips to shindome

Diminutive minotaur, born under sign of Taurus, drip like Midas

Son of the divine, forces coursing through my flesh fortress

Taxman up my ass, Inland Revenue attack on my Inland Empire

Fiduciary vampire, gadoosh an Irish tramp asking me to hire him

Pilum straight my morals but violence feisty if your shoulder’s icy

My black strap catapult a catalyst for cranium smashing

Atoms dashing off axis at pattern cracking

All my missiles ancient Irish brain balls, only stones recall

Tathlum flying out front cannon, the feat apple 

Made from toads, bears and striped vipers

Hardened with sea-sand and fire

Forth it went from Lugh’s hand, smashing Balor’s nuclear eye

Freeing the island, still we are divided

Every child must report for fighting

Realising quickly the errors of this era

We’re bringing back Na Fianna Éireann

Seeya soon, coming to free ya

Freyja please, send Thor into battle with me

Branded with your ampersand

I cannot stand, weight of manacles

Weight of management, weight of manhood

Weight of planet unsteady across my back

Like an eager student’s bag full of books, bics and plastic wraps, sandwiches in that.