Alchemisland

Life harder than Soulslike

Eye for an eye like Soulfly

I’ve seen a soul fly out of a leadified head

Early to bed, hard study to edify me for leadership in the end

Drunk for three days, vision stuttering like an alpha phase game

Don’t come over for praise, tell you that’s lame

Only truth even if it’s painful OK

Harder than an old paintbrush

Hard hearted, I’m hunting harts and hares through sagebrush

Undergrowth loud leaf sound underfoot panting dogs footfall

Of pads at Herne horn call, wise fox saw it all and chortled

Outsmarting them all

Childhood sadder than Watership Down

What colour do I paint the town

Didn’t drink water, rum rubdown, wash

It down with ten whiskey sours act the clown

Then get thrown out, refuse to throw in the towel

Text around for a gaff until I find a session house

Open the door, scroungers recoil like woodlice at a rock’s lifting

I’ve been shifting rock all evening and I’m fit to pass out

In a kickass fit shuffling through to the kitchen, pots lots

None to piss in, mixtures plastics and tissue, baby powder misuse

Abusively strong loot, pure, like ash below a flue, blow a few

Blow a fuse, nostrils fused with puce jewels, what looks like sugar on my shoes

And jacket, phone like a CEO’s slack full of messages and tags, everyone asking

For bags, I stick on the away status, take two puffs of grass then pass back

Deckard Cain they come to me for healing, I’m plundering stocks curing disease

Most of them are eager to please, pleading, willing to bend the knee, my will indeed

Perjure myself like Willie O’Dea, eat a big tea then purge all eve to stay skinny

Got the skinny, papped me and my whole wrap sheet, life is spinning out of control

Fast as a hungry troll grabbing a goat who paid no toll, dragging it back to a hole

That kinda speed is involved, I feel loved and it’s not enough, I’m above what’s below

Typing so fast I have to ice my fingers else I collapse, practicing my craft until I’m daft

Like a house for sale, I made the frontpage, I made all the best deals at the yard sale

Everyone on the road came, most stayed for ages, hit you with a golden pages

Until you give me names of sleeper agents, have all day don’t hurry, ash tray

All I need are cigarettes and a snitch’s face, I took out my own stitches with a blade

Invaded myself, veins like railings, vincula, ink and my thinking, neither fading

Nothing failing anymore, only upward soaring like Icarus ignoring his father’s warning

Boy in da corner type morning, loathing this period of long ignoring, robed in glory

I win all of the prizes at tourney, nothing turns me from high earnings, fields burning

Behind me until you turn in surrender terms.