Alchemisland

Slug chucker brandished, slugging brandy, triple slammers making vanish

Mixing God-besmirching band merch with Armani, armature fully branded

When it’s done I chuck it, shatters when it lands

Someone roused from Dreamland shouts angrily but fuck it

I’m full of beer like a can up a chook, and lemon shatter shook

Five star chase on foot, I’m expecting a Chinook to show face

Won’t need to be told chin up, teach you direct with a left uppercut

Hands bandaged, looking Hamunaptra on the ramble

Skin a mass of damage like I live sandwiched between brambles

Leftover cuts, no leftover dusts as a sampler

Sky black as the famous page from Tristram Shandy, deep cuts

Twisted up from the mangler, annoyed about an old fuck up

Ruined wrists like a William Burrough’s cut-up, no sulking so buck up.