Alchemisland

Wristflick this

Blick’s got Shergar horsekick

A whore’s sick who’s kicking horse indoors

Chavs and spides and dole life types queueing outside my door

Rosy wines a one-eyed prophesier pours.

I am Bosie to her Wilde

The worst vices

I implore their swift trial.

With a comb’s unwitting violence

Imposes upon my coke-bridled nose her half-opened poesy

In Irish there’s a shine of sneachta upon my shrón

Need a white break for a while

Line breaks separate

Lice bites suppurate

Grainy day, shot on Super 8

High grade, my place up a high gradient

I imagine myself the stadium’s favourite

Imperial thumb, blood-summoning gladius.

Low prices, stocks to suffice, find me

Solrise and moonguard alike

By the Deer Park gates

Or the pitches nearby, fuck the Garda my favourite phrase

Run through back gardens my favourite race

Pitched up and I’ve got fitful release for sale

No pictures, keep stum, fly blank sails.

An E bubbling on a Brummie’s tongue

I wrap the weed like a mummy’s thumb

Adapt to anything, two zoots not enough

The fruit, the seeds, the crumb, the keef all in one

Plus a bong that’d zonked your mum.

Cash dirty as the mudguard on my bike

Harsh hash a mercy after the hurtme yardlongs I’ve imbibed

Wrote the Bible, designed the primer

Thick coat with thick smoke, primo, stowed beneath as primer

I’m out for a good time, Louis Prima “When I die” creedo

Deep breathe to stymy my primal

Eat three neat where we’re eating, some fine-far diner

The Blind Mohican or the Thirsty Diviner

The Place You’re Seek-Inn.