Alchemisland

Toking, in dust he plans

Smoking industry plants

Mingus on, doing Vitus dance

Tight fist, whatever my slippery fingers can get a grip on

Alchemical meaning of a gryphon, reading Xenophon and Agrippa

Pen gripping flesh ripping cephalopod

Just ripped through a fresh blimmer, still-wet ink glimmer

Chewing on Tide Pods, injecting stims

Shortening grass like I’m tending graves with a strimmer

Volcanoes and rivers, no baby toke giver

No indica in what we smoke, calls the flavour Unforgiven

Sprayed like tans

Lose every nail in that hand

If you clasp hands with a Black and Tan man.