Alchemisland

Old shit is overbaked I’m over it, what’s new today

Rough trade I’m making dimes and forcing sales

New custo will overpay, my gusto has his nose in pain

I rack out two lines of champagne coloured sugar from Monterrey

Models dip to sniff the tray, all the secrets I betrayed could fill the pages

Of a new volume of Hollywood Babylon, behind the stage in the vacant

Wings I hear and see seedy things, this bird, it’s tweety, tweeting things

Making sure it’s there long enough to screengrab before deleting

Feeling nothing for these eejits, not my equal, not my evil

Side competing for complete control of me, angel-eating meetings 

Where dark mantras are repeated eagerly, I light a beacon like my hands lacked feeling

A lacquered ceiling along which a sawing flame is leaking seizing orbs

I don’t adore this, in fact I abhor surprises, blindfolded before oak doors

I absorb the room’s ill-feeling

I could sense tonight’s misdeeds in my fillings.