Alchemisland

No excuse being an artist Self-awareness absolves you nothing How someone so handsome could be so ugly I must be the worst cunt in all Dublin The way you go on, I never go clubbing Bouncers tell me it’s not on, jog on What’s not on, set upon like rabid dogs if I’m put upon…

At the base of the Tree of Life, unscrewing orbs of light Satchel them and mam with passion will bake a tart tonight Bathing in Dettol together, me and an upstart tart On her upper arm, stick n poke of a burning martyr Woops made a spillage and improved the art.

Fucked three times like Marilyn Monroe’s body on ice Accuse me of hanging around, I shoot you that hangdog look Melts any frown, try drowning you in an amorous brook Stars overhead where UFOs park at probing time, took a picture But my phone’s a brick so it came out blurry and shit Even the…

Target back like a turtle used for archery I resort to alchemy, make problems malleable therefore manageable Four elements and I meld them mystically Heretofore unseen manifestations of faculty X I achieve all I need through ritual sex I cast hexes to hector my nemeses I wanna get high, the next guy with a smile…

I don’t mean pushing your dad about the shop But I pop the pussy like it was a push pop Pop like it was a car boot storing a body And we just reached the old quarry Any flavour not fussy, I like it huggy tight, fuzzy or stubbly Pop the pussy like finish line…