Alchemisland

Face-whitening stipend Fake lightning Pinned down by snipers Been down, gone hyper Plenty followers, Hamelin Piper Swiper no swiping but I can’t quit crime in my prime What’s in the aisles lines my pockets Never let desires stay desires Fire’s trial divides liars from triers.

Punting around a pig bladder  Cunt it’s your round, enough blather  Don’t tell me calm down, couldn’t be madder  I was dumb not seeing the pattern  You were in Crumlin, all over Dublin Getting cummed on  While I was with mum  Her lungs cooked in the Mater.

You have to be on guard these days You must gargle to earn regard  Murder to get past these gates  One eye like Valhalla Rising Would I? Don’t even try me On trial, elusive Hiding crime in rhymes Further climbing, upward like ivy Saw a snake girdling the horizon Fell off the Jacob Ladder as…

We slay Gods  Our fates their playing cards We play Gods  Bleed a lake onto a razor Rake the veins We praise raised stones with presented abrasions Cold idols to old pagans, graven faces Ravenous for an end to stasis Crones bone-garbed, princes of crows in tent lonely A whole day inside for the dying…