Alchemisland

Ergot in my coffee, splurge on some works

Hang them where I work to improve my copy

Imbue it with further darkness

Outer dark like that work from a younger McCarthy

Tortured artist, know from the content I’ll never chart

Insisting I’m harmless

Writing poems to the joy of doing harm

Chancer and I’ll chance my arm for a change

Win on the slots “you fucking dancer”

Big night out’s in the planning so need bags

Carrying all these racks needed a cannon

And a harder carapace at my back

City full of rats and slags

Be careful where you lift your hat, constant camera flashing

Don’t doff my cap or genuflect like it’s mid century

I can’t be censored, I never die I resurrect

U-turn going direct to yours like I’m sent for, and then you’ll beg

I can taste your regret, one deck you’ll hit the deck, wreck yours

Never leave dregs, no drags left, hit hit down to the hilt.