Alchemisland

No lines, all evening we snorted

Resorted to that molly you ordered

All reporting like I’m all important

All recording like Beatles reforming

Castles getting stormed if my balance isn’t tripled

Palace gets no warning about an IRA missile

Barely miss, all England would have needed tissues

Misuse of state funds, all the oil and gas fracked and transacted

We need France’s action, tear up the streets anytime they proposed anything

Ireland is slowly vanishing, the end will come to pass, idling in vanity

Rise up, rise up, all across the land rise up at the beacon lighting

Rise up, rise up, all men know truth’s lightening, night whitening

When it strikes, trining across the sky, every eye trained to it

The truth comes free from the lie, the tied hands are away from the side

Nothing is ever behind us, we must always be reminded, else we remand

To the mineshaft of lost things that hard-handed lessons we had to learn

What has technology earned us, the Earth turning slowly to dust, with us

Upon it,  no other life we know of, no other habitable planets really

Unless they have some secret plan, even then only the rich can

Partake, we are only slaves bringing bitumen bricks to build Babel

We are Abel serving Cain, from first to last day, betrayed

Then caved in with a rock

Any bitter chatter I lip the bifter

Heat comes after, smoke follows suit

Suited booted zooted latest fashions

Swerving all these fascist actions

Any idle talk I make final, violent retort

Find out what a glass bottle is for

Cheeks and eyes sore for weeks

Cut the flesh into ranged streaks

With the jagged peaks of the broken becks

Drink right from the open neck, no chalice necessary

Snorted up two fives in defiance

Of my want for a weekend that’s relatively mild

Retiring, trying, from wildness

A placid, lifeless time, on trial

Though the thought rouses bile

No lines, must have been a bad reading

No lines, fast pass at the resort

Kitchen an alchemist’s redoubt

Print, eight zeroes on the read out

Lurid verbs, lured to the boat turret

On a canal tour

Aunty fed up of all my antics but likes the mathematics

Likes to live romantic, room full of Mandingos lavish, slavish, ravished

Clock’s ticking, locks jingling as I jimmy it, click sound, switch amounts

My zero for their large count, laughing all the way out

Middle finger to the surveillance system, don’t have a cow

Takes all my power not to demask and glower

Show them I’m not a coward

I could beat the state if they would only fight me one on one

One after the other, I’m thump them, lump them dumb

Stitched more loafs than a baker surgeon

Searching the early bird menu for sturgeon

Dining with another merchant at the firm’s urging

Guy’s spikier than a sea urchin, I see that ice in me

And it’s a virtue, he comes to see my point

We bend by degrees, each eager to meet affluently

Each seeking the bigger piece, think bigger picture

I ask them why do you think I asked to meet you

Soon their dizzy, unseated, fall unseemly seizing

Don’t drink too quickly, my admix added to the mixture

Never take a drink you didn’t mix yourself

Not in this hellhole, grab your cell, stomp it to smithereens

I drink a bit of lean to get me on an even keel

I put on a vinyl of crowley calling the enochian aethyrs

Breaching the seals the squeal open, bells peeling

From the world’s ceiling, the undone sealant suturing the clouds together

Measureless mirth at another’s hurt, I am curt, smirking, observing courtesy

Small talk lasts an eternity, I turn from you and move my feet

Whatever way is away from ye, dope fiend eager to get clean

I never will, not even in my dreams in which, incidentally, I die nightly

Don’t share with me what insights Freud gleaned from my dream journal

He’d never been on astral journeys like me

I moved over the sea like the holy spirit before the firmaments divided

Nothing is permanent, that much is evident from the abundance of death

More than any human number could conceive, stretch or bend to measure

Deigning to speak, brass bold my voice loud as a speaker, house speaker

Seeking destroying, Metallica pronounced leeca for rhyme sleekness

One eye Leela, suddenly i’m three eyed, blinky fish, stay Groening

She stays groaning when I’m below the duvet, holding court with the poosay