Alchemisland

Solved problems in bin liners

Sodden Dubliners sighing

Longfaced long lines beside

Bus corridors at home time

Puddles that wouldn’t be long drawing ducks or their cousins

Deep puddles you could use for diving

Sure, go ahead and drive through doing ninety

With no regard for anyone, gone are the old niceties I’ll tell you that.

Five past the advertised arrival time,

Considering hopping on an Aircoach if one arrives, might

Even take the Viking Splash if it stays lashing like this.

5c on the travel pass, swiping sends me into minus

In Ireland of the laden silence

You shout cheers to your pilot when you’re alighting

Animal means amazing, mot means your lady

Whopper means I like them

But also big if the conversation concerns your mot’s tits

Now you’re learning, kid

Coppers, dealers, and scenesters

Alike I lie to them, Strype payments no Beano Dennis

Never spare the rod if you care how your progeny end up;

Beat your apprentice regularly.

Stuck beside a waffler in a whopper rented. Has me cynical, Diogenes,

So I’m rude without apologies. Bookless studying myriad biologies.

More drip than a marine biologist’s sleeves.

Adrenal, can’t tell what’s not real:

Queens not Adrena or a head-shearing card revealer.

Nothing runs on time on this island, from city busses to dealers,

Never met this chap before but I’m putting out feelers.

Fila socks full of scored scores,

Scored selling scores to scornful whores.

Brick time, pricking it with my knife to try it. Lick, “Nice”

Lincolnlike, what time are we linking like?

If she wants licken like chicken, first I’m sinking five like Navy vs Pirates.

Clear a full grinder while the so-called grinders are still reclining,

I’m inclined to strike hard and fast like lightning, Barca,

Middle finger out the open window as a farewell to the Garda,

Know my cearta, read the charter

Know the law better than King Arthur.