Alchemisland

New girlfriends coming up to meet the sun where I planted those hydra’s teeth last summer

Keys of keef in sheds down grimy backstreets, running faster than a streaker from police

Lights, helicopters wasping overhead, rozzers with shockbatons heads in helmets

Consider a rock to the visor us well met, vet ten years in the Met black tac vest

Cracking heads, I’m best friends with crackheads, deadheads in bed giving head

To pay off debts, court appointed defence depends who’s there on the day

Payoffs and sawn offs going off on nights before court dates, guns in storm drains

Houses stormed, occupants sent away, doorframe wearing bandoliers of red tape

Last Bulmers in the cooler, skull it, cools my burning gullet

Sell a cruel half to an art student with a mullet from Belmullet

Know he hasn’t been long in Dublin, stuttered mumbling no hustle

Never flash muscle, no street tussles too much trouble

I’m downing double gintonics getting subtle head from the best in residence

Dressed like a President, when I roll up crimes become more prevalent

Shepherding shadows, throwing axes in the dark

Her rump up, getting slop top I’m up top like pond scum

Bank balance looks like an old mobile top up code

Please enter your 36,000 digit sequence now, hoe

Taking steady bumps music thumping place a dump

Not a blade of light like the place had mumps

Imagining none have mums, make its easier to do what’s done

High body count and I swear that I don’t have a gun, Courtney Love

Courtly fancies toward which I strove, strident screams painful modes

Where a mole doggypaddles new homes, mouldy bones treasure troves

Only a Saxon knows, snow-pinioned fugols bugling new funerals each dawn

Bad mood melts but bad moon rising, my wolf pelt arising, fumes got me fugued

I see anything remotely off and it’s all ‘did you see that, dude?’

Eyes red as Julianne Moore’s do, know more crooks than Rudy Giuliani do

Jewelled sceptre my fasces, under my flat palm’s grasp, pushback 

Repelled an attack, bad bastards rappelled down the building

Burst into my flat while I was chilling watched Only Murders in the Building

Find a hiding place, ages in the closet like the only gay in the village

They pillage the place, taking my pills from the case, pocket the change

I left out to tip my pizza guy today that’s lame, wondering why they came

Plotting to break away, make my escape, out the press, press to a doorframe

Look around the corner, if one spies me I’ll give him no quarter

Land something spicy after hitting with something icy

These men despise me, in here wielding strange devices

They wish to prise me from the prefect position, purloin my prizes

Crisis time I’m Irish but I pray to holy child Horus, Osiris and Isis

For the power to rout these pirates, back to the ship for whipping

Price of a failed mission, I find courage inside like Pippin 

Skin the only stripping I’m interested in

Bands held by a thin band that brands the hip

Not for me I’m rearing for the flesh ripping

Murderous bird the man gryphon, courage grows like a triffid if I sense you’re slipping

Light you up like I was Ifrit and you stood in front of it, opposite of glistening

Pile of ash in the kitchen, I’m Evil Dead’s Ash honking on some lichen

They might have guns and bullets but I know every fitting and fixture

I know which picture hides a safe and a switch, which tiles to avoid as stricture

Lest you cop a dose of strychnine, I made for you a violent elixir

Angry admix spilling over the goblet’s lip, inscription of your name betwixt

Stoneround and settling gravedirt, I hide paydirt in empty bags of Quavers

I’m handing out thin waters in exchange for paper, resembling something papal

Take too much that’s something painful, something claret pitter patter in the nasal

Spraying out onto the table, clip the nascent, follow the scent trail make sure you don’t go astray

Crumbled blister pack discarded in the ash tray amongst the stubbed out fags and tab ash

Mounds like slag piles buried for miles and miles around the power plant and climes.