Alchemisland

Me and my brother used to have lives Gave it up to rot inside smoking five skinners Hitting pipes, connect for super strength Like Voltron with rings together, he’s always live Always high so cannot drive Liffeyside meets in the City Centre We meet, feign interplay, quick embrace Exchange cash for a bag without touching…

A dead horse’s head, flak-flensed Wide-eye like a fish sight lens Wreathed in supernatural blueberry flames Leant against a gate, like a no-tautness workman on cigarette break A ghostcoloured girl singing a strained lullaby in a ruin-shaded lane She wheels forth and back in the customary rhythm of relaxation A one-wheeled pram razed to its…

All straights contorted Bombs stripped away the paint to the boards You’ll all recall ignoring calls to address the border hordes Effaced like writing on a wind-facing grave Most of the skin cladding her face Her Claddagh ring melted, its gold made a minor lake The white bones like the fate knowing tokens of a…

Steel ticker drinking lean by the litre Meal ticket, real millions, meeting elites to talk ether prices Queen named Aoife wearing pleated fox, don’t mean Mozilla Jewels sewn into frocks, soon the fruition; the yield; the lot. Mille wristed, biscuit acquired but scarred wrists from risking Shake blunts have me real shifty, I do it…