Alchemisland

Open day, enrolment

First and foremost, can they roll one?

Long line out front because my wife’s a desirable role

Even though I’m a cunt, unfair result of acting shamelessly desultory.

So up, far flung from where I sprung up

Primordial muck prima materia

Soft satin robes obviously designer looking old China, eyeing up interiors

Born not of woman, my oven a jackal’s tummy exactly like the Omen

You’re a good looking woman, cribbing lines from Joe Dolan

What I stuck under my tongue has nighttime Tinahely looking Do Lung

That last blunt was solid

Reaching the tower tip, intent on toppling

When it came down to hitting detonate I foze like a scratched game

Up here the world seems so unfixed, like something halfway created.