Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

When hellhounds are chasing you down the old straight track, you’ll regret every fag you ever smoked

Writing quickly, like the defibs already fizzing

My Dorian portrait dripping

Deposit’s down, few quid for my headstone’s round

Black cars, carved slabs

Speech snatches, mourning parlour, all ready

All they’re waiting for is a carload

Coffinbound, knocked down Frida Kahlo

Closer each cough

Will popping clogs get me in the Prado?

Grave dogs chasing me down.

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