Alchemisland

Often clash with what’s at hand because I’m an iconoclast

I choose what I laugh about and what rouses my passions

I am not easily lured to rapture, I gotta be the captain 

Filling in the gaps between my teeth, installing caps

I’m collapsing, creasing, took a lash of laughing gas

Only want what’s time tested, don’t come at me

With something that hasn’t passed the exams

Of time’s passage, short half life for information these days

Soon as you hit publish, the state of play has changed

Fluctuating like the exchange rates at the end of days

One last salvo of missiles hurtling toward Megiddo

Learnt in the charge house that you’re gonna need a barge house

Once the levees break

Once the implants take

Big plans of making fast money, creating

Evil paintings that turn your gaff into a blaze

Blazed a changemaking payload at the maze’s centre

Barely made it out alive, texts I sent her 

Like I was about to be sent down

Tell my descendents to be proud

I’m drowning in ways out, too cowardly to duck out, trout

Hooked on a line, heron made a beeline beaking spearstyle

Filing down my nails to join the ranks, a breakaway off to France

Days opposite of salad, sad how some lads made mince of when we advanced

Nothing princely about shrapnel taking your mitts and dick off, need a transplant

Nursing my hash plants like Stephen Daedalus nurses ashplants, Molly is at it

Wearing something flattery, I’m dumbstruck by pints bright lights in Slattery’s

Getting slaughtered, the gorging recharges my batteries for starters

Put this round on the card, I’m walking around the bar

Past the guy playing Molly Malone on a Walton’s guitar