Alchemisland

Always carry a heater

Makes things easier

These days, likely to get heated

A more spiky version of Athena

Sometimes, I’ll walk into a meeting bleeding

Wincing and leaning, it pools, steaming, until I’m leaving

In a sauna on the lower east side and, as kids say, I’m eating

Hot in here this evening so my glasses are steaming

All the finest thieves and miscreants revere me, believe me

Waiting on this cunt since quarter to three

Sucking my gums like a toddler teething

Starting to get peeved at being deceived but I need my feeding

They say bad things, deaths and death knocks, come in threes

The death of freedoms in a way that’s treasonous

My organisation’s name contains three letters, do I need a real reason?

I am a fisher of men’s souls, slowly reeling; fifteen seasons undercover, dealing

Now a blue skinned baby is making his way across the ceiling

I’m bedbound on account of how I’m feeling

By my bedside locker, my steel with safety repealed

Bust in here and get your cap peeled

Yesterday I took a cab, the driver told me what conspiracies he reckoned were real

Reading fraying maps, rusted to dust and disinterned from clutter cover

So shocked at these revelations, I cannot help but mutter and cover my mouth

My own mother, the daughter of a count, missing with no accounting for

I call, furious, about my allowance; what are you my accountant for?

A nice trip around the park with an ice head named Stephen

He says he’s Kievan but from his eagle-mascot keyring I’d say Genevan

We’re showing that there’s still honour amongst thieves

We’re out stealing and snorting from our keys, disbarring ourselves from Eden

I hope you’ve already seen Venice, been Venetian, before the lot goes underneath

Of course, it’s THE Flood of which I’m speaking, I’m not teasing

The World has sprung a leak, the end never needs a reason

Whether Korean or Carribean, in Sweden, some arch European

The end is going to be far from sweet

Rats, junkies, drunks with cans throng the street

All the delinquents are awake and meeting, screaming

Eager to find the legion’s lost eagle standard

Drug planes carrying illegals flying by like lesbian seagulls

Eczema scratched until bleeding

My skin a mesh of weeping lesions

Secrets and secretions

Law enactors and freemen

Nothing left to believe in

A frothing golden cup I bleed in for demons

Interested in fighting, latter day Pearse Egan

I lie on my spear, eager to be pierced again

Sphinxes on the steps, lions on the gate like the place is Mycenean

Extractions, discretions, extractions and lessons

Party crashing while the kids in the creche

Careful, son, men have died for less

Take a piss test to see whether I’m infected.