Alchemisland

Text to Mikey

Are we getting high tonight?

I know it’s likely

But to be asked is nice.

Sends me back a smile, wrily

Wink and tongueface, lil spicy

Much to my delight

Both of us are very bright

But hide from spotlights like shadow-loving spiders

Quick to bill a spliff, light touch, his tongue glides along the zigzag line

Both of us puffing, pulling then passing, wearing Nikes

Tell us what to do, both of us get spiteful

Primarily we’re very nice

Known eachother since the first day of school

Long hair, Korn hoodie, so you know he’s cool

Asks should I roll but just as a formality

One drag already halfway a fatality

No more coming back to reality, inhabit a fantasy

Dry mouth, could someone get me a Fanta please

Seeing red, like my eyes were covered by Santa’s sleeves

Cleave through the bag, like someone sneezed 

And the coke went up like smoke from the power plants during World War 3

We’re powering through plants, reneging on plans

Playing Playstation in our pants

Pissing rain so we set up an elaborate system of pots and pans

Bang them together and call that Jazz

Boil the kettle if I can, need to get up off my ass

Shut up and dance, shut up inside shotgunning cans

Bong has more screens than Cannes

More green than Amsterdam.