Alchemisland

Living Lapvona

Bull run in Pamplona in runners

Sorry, mate, that’s a bummer

I can bumrush

I can run away faster than any security-afraid teenage skater

Silk in my pockets like I robbed the best stock during the panty raid

Raiding the pantry of a Goddess, trying to find the seeds for fame

Trying to remember where I planted them

Planted him last November, phantomed him almost forever

Now he’s putting figures on the beller screen

Can’t threaten a terrorist

Can’t terrorise me.

I was born terrified

I live my life arrowflight style,

Teethskin touching the dial.

The sequence threes, or sixes or nines

Living inside a hatch, bunker mindset mine

Door’s never off the latch.

I’m never off the lash,

Like a rat gnawed on the corner of my hash,

That much green, like inside a hutch,

Trying to live like Hutch.

Back on everything I said I gave up

To afford my medicine have to save up,

So strong when I taste it

It’s like I’m disabled.

Got the game in a gable grip

Kissed Satan, read Agrippa and changed,

Superman from Gable, – wrong Clark (good save)

Broke his back, shouldda ducked the stable.

Touched the flames and took half a hand away,

I was gonna shorten it anyway.