Alchemisland

Plugged into the machine

Eyes wide open, shut during your scene

Won’t repeat anything I’ve seen believe me

Phone and house number twenty three, house neat east of Eden

I’m a beast who needs ether to release me from my need for evil

Cogs, wheels, a glass box housing four green buttons, locked

Into place, wires sprouting from a metal box’s top, rock grey

The walls of the compound I’m impounded in

Powder in the glass, pour water in stir thicken the mixture

Lure it from the tincture, eye it with a dripper

Instant delivery my mind like a finished stripper

Skin ripped away along with the knickers

Nothing left of me, fading pictures

All dignity and indignity slides from me like someone greased it

The machine pumps me full of K, my veins blazing with ichor amazing

I start to sway, my vision is hazy and I remember clearly things which

Didn’t happen, not because I’m crazy, visions from naps come at me

During waking hours, the opening of the third house, unleashed powers

Machine like something made by a Nazi, all pomp no strategy

The science that backs it is half fantasy, yet something indeed

It produces in me, it claims to induce living dreams, trips to realms between

Where no mortal has ever been, I leap into the portal

Staring through a porthole at myself, strapped to the chair

Hair plastered to the sweat savaged brow, saline pools like diadems along a crown

Like myself now that I’m free from my power, an hour or more I spent 

The machine at full power an experience not for cowards

Beams into my brain simulated experience, tomorrow now, today 

Seeing what came before I was made, what future awaits us pray

That what I saw is not what happens, towers collapsing into the spray

A rain of shells, a reign of hell a thousand years under an evil spell, pray

Tell why the angels fell, name expelled from the roll early 

Never learned to spell and hold shit in like gel

I’m on the ho chi minh trail to fetch a bail of hay street price 500K

I’ve got fuck all rage left, took all the pages left that you hadn’t read

Spread them across the bedspread, went over the best bits in red bic pen