Alchemisland

My fine jewel fetched at high price prized she at a costume’s worth

Wishing she’d said nay in the first place, saved us all this hurt

In my worst best dreams in a stressed sea like a bream

Or a Tetley’s teabag in a too stirred brew

Day like today most’re too afraid

To show face, like a cloud rapper’s catch case mates

Hearing more ringtones than the 2008 period

2000 a day, period, Brinksloads making appearances

Wicklow plainclothes know I’m dosing noses but I’m out strolling fearless

Everybody knows like Leonard Cohen told us

But no one knows like Queens from the Age of Stone

Spliff looks like a traffic cone.