Alchemisland

I score, both us eat

Eyesore I saw

So I bolt Bolt-quick to dip

Spring from the bolted-down seat

With a force that almost rips it from the floor

Out onto Bolton Street, past DIT, five to one my dose The Doors know

Faster than a boulder chasing Indiana Jones

When a cursed idol of tribal gold is in his holding.

The lowest fee

Eye colour Lois-y from blowing trees

Driving a bloated Lotus C

E class Beamers screaming around corners I can’t see.

Around because I love creating work for coroners

Driving a foreigner; eagle on the polo like California

Ensure Prometheus is a no-show format

Bonnet equipped with a wingless Pegasus

Kicks like a griffin, slow as a stick down the Liffey

Can’t quit drifting

A hundred tickets, ignoring them like a deadbeat dad does his children

And messages from his missus about missed bills and school equipment.

Cryptic triptychs

Sniffing with a dipstick

Me twice; my own rival

A diptych

This coffin-positioner’s grille

Has been many a parishioner’s crypt

Gripped, addicted Agrippa playlist

Blazing what we had mailed in

New Vlad. Chainmail-clad in a stickshift, lad.

Your clothes from the Penney’s tree,

Packing heat, me, Arlan of Pennytree.

Spenny me, expel an enemy, ketamine.