Alchemisland

Spliff jammed jip rammed in, one more rambling

Then exeunt the stage like the script demanded it

Fellwanderer how I ramble

Amongst briar and brambles

Combing wet grass for infinity samples

Lift your dress, inhale that fresh scent

Goes right to my head gets me hellbent for leather

Bed’s too far, fingertapping no guitar Eddie Van Halen

Ready bags, banned inhalants, feeling Alive Eddie Vedder

Wetter than a dumped Beretta

Orgasm up the ladder of The Spine ascends, never felt better

Climbing into icier climes trying to become clever

Getting slippier every time, rises what must be miles

Dealer above a sea of fog

I was high as a tall dog’s head, the rest was chronic 

Chronic smog, place gone to the dogs

Rotten docks behind the industrial zone

I’ve got litres going to the grow

Projects and schemes, like Languedoc

Languor at the dock

I tell my companion as much, to no one’s shock

Know I did Merchant of Venice for Junior Cert from the references I drop

Used drop lore now I only drop four things:

Racks, the hand, pills, and expired friends.