Alchemisland

Dependent on drugs, no floaties jump the boat Chuck myself in at the deep end Gem-ended the pendant Hugging my wife’s breast, gold thread at throat Platinum and gold mixture enfolding an opal No less than the best, looking royal out in Tallaght Looking met gala, look at this crooked fuck we met in Kinsala…

Regretting what I gained by tact That I could have taken by attack Loathing all sense of former restraint Heavy saintgaze kept me straying Now waylaid, far as Clane from Australia Payloads just off planes Like footclenching John McClane.

Lip earns fifty lashes  A back sorely branded  A brandy sorely needed after Pressganged from the gallows  Former bandit, now a deck hand  And a dab hand at it Captain a bastard  Crew all mad hatters  Toward death madly dashing  Sharks thrashing, time elastic  Swallowing the fallen whole.

Does love’s lack bestow any power? Still on but feel’s so utterly over Two dilettantes still on the rollover Will you never grow up? Give the goat over Strange clovers, maybe evil, with an eerie glow Bloodfed these flowers, gunge-bloated These streets, the expensive freedom which ringing guns promoted Lost, by unanimous motion.

Fuck your blood and soil Hardly lacked new blood in Boyle Flags outside gaffs now makes my blood boil Changing, deranging, the meaning of loyal 70 Chevy Impala in lollipop pink, quick parallel, drinks lots of oil Dollops of cream, real mink Ice you could fit a rink on my ring’s rim Royal trim, got…