Alchemisland

Dipping double in the molly sack, biggest in Dublin

Kissing cousins close as that

The weed shares its seat with the za and the brat

Tipping zero ‘sif I don’t have stacks

Guinness zero can’t hack it since three zero, gone soft

Giving zero like I didn’t spot it

Way she beamed, knew she’d been and got it

Practically gleamed

Gear strengthens her high beams

Said “Begorrah, gee” to my Gomorran queen.

The faraway quilt of heroes with near-milked stars was spotted motley

The guilt of Nero as Rome’s ash was potted

Not for me. Raze the streets, I’m not bothered

My only fealty’s to me, and even that’s contingent on how I feel

St. John’s Eve last night, the black spots of the commons fires

Blotch like obvious cancers the bald hillocks where a chancer’s sheep dine

Managed poorly by council pillocks, sitka-cursed and laurel-limed.

Prodigy at ashing pot at the spot

Have you ashen, out of action

My passions like ambulances are dispatched

By some nameless operator’s toll-free sanction.

Dog Gods are honoured tonight

And I’m their favourite acolyte

What birds up must stone down, told the appleflight.

Pick up my flip phone, it’s giving 2002

Limerick grab at around two

We’re moving careful as glass assed persons during earthquakes

Pick up to flipping’s quick in earth days

Strictly business, my whip emerging in clergy black

Splurgy model, only in Germany can it go full throttle

Thirty persons worth of snow and detergent, got it. Lean bottled.

No choice but to bolt if a search and show’s proposed. Coplit

Lanes I stay far away. Uncoppiced, uncoffined.

I hate fitness, a cougher, but I’m still pushing weight

Snowbound. Boundless. With foundlings and cowards

Dealing primarily with high principalities and powers.