Alchemisland

Staring my pain into the floor Pulling out hair bushels like pages of a book I can’t stand the sight of anymore Resin hits pleasant, I’m encased Dull as a pheasant on rifle cock day.

Pouring libations in the graveyard from eight until ten ten Bury me facing Hamunaptra, upon the Benben You’re boring, need a laugh track so I don’t have ta Push back on any need to look back Spat, it splatted A rapid knuckle crack Smoke kush not crack, ash that fast like a tam-hat Rasta Chiefing…

Making wishes come true Stuck to this vision like my skin’s glue Blue skins, choke wank until my skin’s blue Avatar, half my lungs tar Red string behind the bar, away uniform Tasha Yar Adhesive, keeping keys Bunnies around me, Midsomar Easter People pleaser, lotus eater Emoting before my totem My role in this takeover…

Skin sizzling like a burning witch Nox has me Zombie, Cranberries off these canisters Not a lotta space I’m thin as a rake bound for Sideshow Bob’s face But I cram it into me anyway, Instamash and Cram Take more than EMP scramble and nuke blasts to scram me Scran what’d turn another’s stomach: asshole…