Alchemisland

How many Paddys I have to teach 

I’m more leagues ahead than Verne used in his book heading

I’m in my steadings in good standing, had a wedding

We looked outstanding, a real stand out

Standing on the landing wondering should I put my hands out

Try reach the hatstand without hitting the steps, ground myself

But still bound down, weed I smoke ground down, ounces 

Vanish if you’re sitting on my couch, a green bandit, pouch

Weighed in pounds, my weight in pounds once plane touches down

Terra firma I prostrate to kiss the holy ground, glad there’s no crowd

Alight the plane, passport preview through the windowpane

Being home feels strange, nothing ever changes in this place

Yet now am placeless, and everything has changed, their ways

Are not my ways anymore and I cannot convey it, mates unavailable

To meet for a rager like we did back in the old days, have they changed

Or have I? I blaze one in the park, splayed on the hay, day’s end

No replies to the texts I sent, town is clearing out, dark descent

Find cover before the sarcophagus front drops 

Young lovers hostages to hotness have forgotten to take precautions

Find tortured, displayed distastefully, by detectives the next day

They never crack that case, perp got away

Someone in this town has a dark, dark secret they’re keeping

Hope they’ve been weeping themselves to sleep these last ten years

Nothing worse to keep than keys and secrets, grief a sequence

Pyramid of needs, only feeding three, need for speed and trees

Weed and be about it speedy, spoon to feed me silver ingots

Wreathed in cedar leaf like a Ceasar seated, kneeling chieftains before me

Gaul abhors me but with conquer I am made lordly, madness and massacre