Alchemisland

Stack so small I’m like what’s this, a bankroll for ants? Remove my gun hand from my pants front, palling around with my love pump Like I was filling the Lambo up on premium, grasp teasingly the handgun walnut stock Feels dreamy in my hands, planning schemes and drama scenes Teens out reaving, stealing packs…

Tell a man to stall it ‘Sault him, storm his walls Vault over them effortless like Spring Heeled Jack leapt up grabbing I rode the zephyr, Aladdin standing on a magic Persian I landed like gentry, started stabbing no stalling, urgent version Heard the Spartan story, too much gore and glory for me I wanna…

Like a mugger she backs me up My thunderous magnum with shaved off numbers Don’t mean that ice cream you’re nomming on during Summer Saved it just for you, trained so you won’t outrun or outdo me Out to prove what I can make with a tool, food and some fools Trains for exchanges, it’s…

Fry day  Start the day with a slapdash fry up breakfast Crack eggs first Shells spiderwebbing against bowl rim  Giving with little resistance, spilling out  Into the oily pan slick it slides formless  Sizzling, gaining colour as it warms  Toast, rounds of toast That the rack can go around twice and still boast slices  Butter…

Keepsakes of days you want to remember Though you’re sure you’d recall them anyway A ticket stub fondled to illegibility  The only one you ever felt was eligible  You didn’t know whether she felt it herself  You didn’t think to ask Because you’re selfish  So you thought of yourself  In all things saw yourself  So…