Alchemisland

I give them the slip

Only get a wrist slap

School everyday it was liberty taking

Gaining pink slips for parents to initialise

I took the initiative, realising potential 

Trouble on the horizon, I forged dad’s signature

His signature tailed S mimicked correctly, exactly

Passed for the task at hand, I was glad

If dad found out he’d have fed me hands gladly, slaphappy

I was never treated badly or beaten without reason

Hadn’t happened then recently, I was eating well

And getting along, rents ignorant of my growing

Recalcitrance, my friend Rory waited at the school gates

Phone playing trance tracks he wore a black tracksuit

And a tacky Spanish stall-bought Rancid shirt

Damaged chequered vans like basement flagstones in a Masonic church

I fought the urge to call off the desertion

I imagined this hurting me

Being thirty denied work, we see here you played hookey, sorry buddy

No place for a snake at Allen & Paycutt, always trudging

Out from interviews, attend them, reason: self abuse

That’s future news, right now I’m turning blue with regret

Before anything has even happened, might collapse

Hammering heart, I don’t mean Bathory, fast

As fuck I seek to loosen my thigh tightness, ready to dash

At half eight just as tolling bells began wailing, spanish first today

With Mrs Yeaton, she looks like an ancient new age pagan

Smells like she’s bathing in yak milk and perfume, the room

Needs fumigation between her bouquet and that of teenagers

Gathered, God it smelled bad I would rather smell a single ass

I wasn’t going to class that day, nothing would rain on my parade

I came in just to swipe my swipecard, illustrate my attendance

I saw his outline through the window, through the fence

He was only a few lengths from here

I felt it would be smooth sailing

The toilet where I was waiting smelt like satan’s playden

After watersports night, I smoked here sometimes

But more often by the sheds where they stored the bikes

Others would ask me Mike can I pikey ends, or a light

I would never deny it, no words just smile, generous guy

He was smoking rollies by the railing

Without delay I join him, palefaced

Engage him, led him by the elbow down the road

Naked throated, scarf covering most of my face

I’m not one to behave but I’ve never mitched

My mom would have cut me out of the family pictures

And ensured I got no allowance until she sought legal counsel

We’re in the bushes behind Ballaly Luas stop, high on pop

Lashing back coloured bottles of Jones Soda, heart going

Full throttle, waiting outside the shop hoping someone

Will go inside and buy us all we want, Dundrum

Boring as fuck without a few bits of pick me up

Finally, we’ve got cans, wine, smokes and shrubs

Andy Hurley got served, thank the lord above

Take a dose of mostest, chasing what I deserve

Observe infinifaceted eternity as a burning cube

Obtusely acutely abusively allusively elusive.