Alchemisland

Big bag of cans from Centra, toot off a jig jag chains jangling, good laugh

Asked a fat bird to sit in my lap and almost got flattened, man patty

We’re chatting, acting natural being crafty, nursing a craft beer

The action comes after, I cum fuck what happens after

Red handprints on her ass and calves like cavemen had been painting their catch

Carry no banners until I marry my way into the palace

Then suddenly I’m a lot more particular about fealty

Who is leal and who is barely kneeling

Who is only here out of obligation versus who cares dearly

Who among those disliking me loves the nation despite this

A new King is always a spiky business, always pain with a pinprick

But really this turbulent period is just a trickle in the eventual ocean of my kingship

I motion to my empty bowl, the serving witch knows to dole out more 

My stomach is growling for gruel but an elusive growler is suddenly howling for cruel pounding

Hate to miss out so I slip out, leave a triple tip as beneficence

Cop her stood in the foyer looking impatient, left waiting 

Babe, I was just paying

My God, she looks a fierce pagan

She goes ahead, losing me around corners

I’m led primarily by my horn

Following her trailing gown rippling, her shadow sporting horns

In the halls and chambers she ambles shamelessly

On fingers thin as rapiers, each wearing a weighty ring shining like a glazed glacier

I’m an ape and she’s a snake, I could close my eyes and follow her trail

But I’d be afraid to miss even a single second of detail

The shear material betrays her racy nakedness, tracing her nipples

The sheer primal fierceness of her outfit

A get up that says she wants to get up

She’s fed up and wants to get fed

Get the leg over, see you in my bed

I’m in bits like unmade Lego, struggling to steady my fading legs

I have the dregs of a Jameson nagon in a hip flask, back hurts like Kennedy

Her dress is the colour of tequila sunrise, sunburst with extra grenadine

Some bird, she commands my every urge, mind floods with urgent verbs

For her, I’d go behind bars, perjure

Injure one of the jurors, whatever she murmurs

I mirror, even if it’s murder she burdens me with

She urges me to go harder with the whip

Blood snailing from a bitten lip

When I pull the whip back, it tears off a skin flap

She laughs despite the damage to her flank

I’m starting to think I need to drink what’s left in that hip flask

I ask where’re you from and she answers Cabra

Don’t think I’m a slag but fuck my ass into the camera

As a last resort, I make a timesaving tickbox form

She can’t come to the gaff unless she likes Korn and porn

I’m peering at the back when she’s going to the jacks

Taken so much yack I practically have stop myself yanking it out and wanking

Fuck, talk about stretch elastic; that plastic certainly taxed; I like a strong back

Wrapped in rubber my member like a Hummer tyre

Before I plunder my Dublin lover’s axe wound, slide

Slip that much lube you could silver surfer around the room without shoes

Arise and at that my combat sausage dives into readiness

Evidently, I had good breakfast; finished my ready brek, feeling deadly

As nightshade, I didn’t see day today now it’s night again and we haven’t stopped bootknocking

She’s from Sallynoggin, hippy type with a drug rug from Tambuli, and a drug habit for two

Tell her stay, she’s only happy to, she’s sussing out 2CBs and Es for Knockanstockan weekend

Maybe some weed, MD that’ll have steam coming out your ears

Mushrooms that’ll peel you back, steal your ego, picked in Phoeno if you must know

My room not unlike the musk at the grow

My robe open revealing a dope opal regalling my throat

I’m looking open road with a musket stowed in the trunk.