Alchemisland

Ever since we broke up I’ve been smoking up

Eating microwave suppers from Spar, frequenting subpar bars

Made art then grew apart like Ricky, Steve and Karl

Half the canvas cost this, zeroes sixed

Customers making money hand over fist, not short a few quid

I’m eating fish fingers they’re eating squid by the shore

The liquid clear there, a Cuban queen with teeming broccoli hair

Black instead of forest green, use what’s between my ears

To conjure up all kinds of treasons but I can’t imagine any reason

Not to weave this evening’s commitment and stay with you

The feeling is different, you seem indifferent

And that makes me twice as eager to linger, make you tingle

Like you make me do, I was and am a fool for you always

Don’t take me away from you, I don’t know what to do

Without the illusion of your affections, you’re aloof

Too harshly straight shooting

When my moody neediness grows too obvious

I’m here because I’ve got crops and dosh in my pockets

Love letters in copybooks

Beyond the copse a brook

Where cops don’t come around, if they do fuck it

I’ll book it back through the woods, hot foot

It until stitch-stinging they stand crooked

I’m a crook until it comes to you

I turn into a pliant plaything, your tool

I would be used provided you were the wielder

I’m a drug dealer without my own wheels

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum got a taxi from UCD to DD

Shopping centre, sent me a text

We met outside Next, I deliver the best they’ll get

I’m not scared to get down sent

But this drops more sketch than an inventor.