Alchemisland

Didn’t see it coming in the night

Iceberg Dundrum Luas Bridge height

Heisenberg type, archetypical Virgo

Pretend to love whilst focused on earnings

Always keep fires burning with irons turning in ‘em

Never know when you’ll need to recross bridges you burnt

Turned them to ash, swearing never in this eternity to return here

Mind tall as Charles Byrne

Mine was tall until I burnt it

Smoking up earnings, smoker burning barbeque with Vernon

Dursley, I’m that close to magic imagine that advantage

Your fantasies vanish with each day passing in that office

I intend to do something shocking, not quite running for office

Or shooting officers, but something that done wrong gets you boxed

Collared off, publish something off colour to the blog and feel naughty

Until I’m caught and tortured by thought police on Friday thirteenth

Wondering what’s wrong with you, not afraid to ask either

Back it after warning a man I’ll take him to task, slapdash

Slapbang crash wallop bang not on video, grab throat and choke slam

Bloke begged me for smoke in the cloakroom, made him say he was joking

Force choke how I cajole you from across the room, accost you with what

The holy cross sought to remove from this world’s womb, tomb a fool

Tomb of a fool, no name or tulips

My pupils come alive like what’s inside a pupa

In the night wearing pumas, bending the light to another side so I’m dark as a puma

My insides must have had lice because I fumigated them tonight

Hotboxed the room on the night of the fullmoon, took a midnight drive

More songs in the drive than I ever had in CDs for the hi fi

I travel in high style it can’t be denied, pimped my ride

Interior by magazine insides, took tips from stylish mistresses

They say an Irishman can’t wear that outfit

I’m having an affair with the wife of my accountant

I’m seeing her flounciest petticoats while he’s counting

Totting up the tallies, totalling the amounts, talented

And he’s not bad either, a lot of talent, a lot of ether

We’re both seething, we both see things

On the boat I saw a sea thing

I have a fling and ghost her

Fling my burner into the sea off the coast

I’m toasting ghosts listening to coast to coast

Who knows what’s stored at Roswell, WP AFB

Hangars 1 to 18 supposedly storing ufo crash debris

Debriefed, sworn to secrecy or dispatched illegally

A brutal ecosystem, where two plus two can equal three

They make mirages, barrage our senses with sensual clauses

Suck your mum, smoke my crumbs on the back of the bus

Succubus sucks my thumb, pulls me back under

Under a demon’s thumb, my throbbing cum-pipe plumb coloured 

At times, run it up the brown fudge tunnel runnel of her shite pipe

Inside for five, couple pumps then come alive, cum and high five

Next time cum in her eye, designs what’s next on my horizon

Marks on your eyelids markers of masonic violence, lodge reclined

In a coffin emerging reborn, how often a bear turns out a Beorn

Appox on tricks and babble, grab my poxy man gavel quite a handful to handle

Sand down what I can’t sell, can’t sign off on this deal without my master’s seal

He keeps me divinely inspired, here in the real, reel me in and peel me

Like a boiled potato you great oaf, I’ll stitch a supposed great a loaf

In his visor grate, happy to dish out a baiting, treat you like plaything

So many bruises, you looked like a painting of a waylaying

This one is for me so is that one

One is not enough, I’m not one and done

I need more then another, glutton for punishment

Go further, turn my mind to mush with a mixture of kush and mushrooms

Might have blundered, plundered the red room and escaped breathless

Suddenly find myself out of my depth, went church to drop a present

And the statues of Jesus wept blood.