Alchemisland

Bottles of Bollinger bought in Spar Free South American, calling me Bolivar Everyday a snow day, no snow pay Big mouth pelican but I back it, punch’s deadening If you have that heavy chin Then I’ll be back within ten with a leadspreader to dead you Bigger menaces out there, sure, but never met ‘em,…

Selling quicker than Turbo Man Getting thick I will curb a man Making cash fist over hand Selling more works than the Disney brand Andover for the handover Private runway we land over Deeds we’re having a man go over Land getting sold Lamb costumes in the hold Two wolves with no souls.

Entranced by the chances  Raised with chancers Got smacks back instead of answers  Waxy ganj mixed up with a fag  Get gassed before flying my banners Let fly arrows, abandon manners  I live hand to mouth, abandoned manors Cables like jungle vines  Curtains tattered Grow makes it jungle like  Riches like a diamond mine  Lots…

Can’t lock in without my pills Can’t write when I take them So I suffer the ills Slings, arrows, painmaking castables Fortunes, fates, wheels, punishers, oubliettes in castles Reckoners, saviours, illusion painters, and fablists Surges of urgent hate Painstaking lengths to mention the race Neither unguent nor salve pain sating Something rotten in the Emerald…