Alchemisland

Quick slow

Into the jacks for a quick go of that snow makes talk slick

Let’s talk links, let’s get around a table to talk and think

Arguing harder than Mick Lynch

With a spliff taking two hits

Two digs for a yellow reg, two more for flinching

I’m in my comfy chair gripping the armrests like the statute of Lincoln

Tens taking knees

More pagan ways of paying fees than green

Paper

Whole haeape of bomb hay

For tonight’s capers, escapees going ape

Dancing naked on tables, snorting all the drugs available

I can see paper like I’m sitting beside someone who didn’t cut off their labels

Keep going as long as I’m able

‘Stache refines an handsome face, like Gable

Well known familiar face that fact’s inescapable

I get served ‘the usual’ and am considered a staple

Gods of grape and grain, rites to induce holy derangement

Wholly gone, higher than I’d anticipated

They said to use a dropper doing doses so we doled it out with a ladle

Like soup for the homeless

Now I feel boneless, time moving sludgy like in slow motion

Getting dome in slow motion

Whole time eye contact like Ludovico technique

All roads to Rome lead so there’s nowhere else to go, on a lead

Tins and tons of green has me feeling gleeful, touchy feely

Absolute scenes with mean fiends out of Tinahely.