Alchemisland

Joyce Statue outside what was Kylemore, there the whole time

But years before I absorbed his genius, loathed him at that time

I was watching fries and hash browns golden in the fryer

Hating life, hungover and wondering where I’m drinking tonight

My father disapproves of my style, we war, each chat a trial

A whole inquest judge and jury, he flies into a fury

I’ve always liked wearing jewellery and engaging in screwery

Fuckery and tomfoolery, I am the tarot fool on the streets

But where no one peeps me I reach my peak as the hierophant

I reach for the forbidden apples, midnight snack, abraded back

Had to whip it to give something back to the upstairs dandy

Words of my deed spell my term, spell eternity, see worms turning