Alchemisland

Hams, won’t get caught Throw hands, got all you sought Doing coke, did it all Eightballs barely give me pause Eight short for me doesn’t hit at all.

Took shrooms for a buzz Brought me wanted hush Ushered to the room above To the posthuman eruptions An ill-humoured dove, who spoke Russian, ministered on rushed love Hushed and constantly snubbed, the voiceless trayhoister Makes his one and only noise.

I’m the boy, the boss The proff take no loss No hat doffed when a churchline’s crossed Hacked the head off a cross, flipped it Now I’ve got a cryptic gloss Keep hatches below and above You never know from what direction they’ll come They’ll stab your back as soon as shrug, Soon as show…

Get the words down, make a theme and title later Barely pay attention, shit them out then seeya alligator Keep what we talked about caped Having and having eaten our cake Do whatever the fuck, new Henry VIII Never expected him reborn on a council estate Metempsychosis works in mysterious ways If I’m put on…

A whole year that felt like that warmth under the covers when you have to leave to step outside My rimed heart stirs like a prison guard bribed from sleep To, if not proper rhythm, than doggerel rhyme at least Weed keeps me keen and free But renders me dreamless So I must dream freely…