Alchemisland

That ket would put out a rhino

I’m outside in the rain like a bin liner, Monday 6AM

Smoking so much, put paid to my hitting high notes

Nice and high though, like a sky-throated condo

Ket, weed and blow, three piece combo with the soda

Hit like a bomb, I’m bonded to my Motorola until my dealer responds

Then I’m rolling, grinding up those fronds

The bongwater got scum like a pond

He’s scum, yeah, but the hydroponic in his trackie pocket is flawless 

Makes my eye whites striate cerise, colour Padre Pio’s cuffs when bleeding

Fleet when fleeing but you’ll rarely it; dayseizing 

I keep keys in a plugged out freezer 

Keeping clean the heater this hunter needed

To enquire whether Predator bleeds

Lead seeds it leaks, decide whether you keep breathing

Let’s see whether you’re a keeper, I deny further dawnseeing

Your name stricken from the seating arrangement

Hunter Biden, how I’m hiding crack in a box in my bedroom

Beside well-thumbed Mark Fisher theory books.