Alchemisland

What now cunt Always been the litter’s runt Barging pushing to the front Warnings uttered, you were out to lunch We were hunched over scraps building crafts made to last I built a large barge from birch, bars and bitumen, survived the flood Done with your bitching, dropped where you stood Puddle of a man…

Going pale  Face a grey alien’s Always outspoken  Hallways smokeful  Always out toking in backlanes  Bad draft, lighter flame straining  To stay awake in winds xanax strength  Perchance to dream I never dream  I always sleep but kief dulls reverie  At least memory thereof  I spend my everypenny on a trackie from Elverys  Shouting hippie…

Old shit is overbaked I’m over it, what’s new today Rough trade I’m making dimes and forcing sales New custo will overpay, my gusto has his nose in pain I rack out two lines of champagne coloured sugar from Monterrey Models dip to sniff the tray, all the secrets I betrayed could fill the pages…

Used overhate Until I overate cakes made with hay Blazed overtaking Speed limit I’m over it Speed signs I’m over with Motor call it whip, grip it glad for greed, seven sins I sniff a line with a rolled up five quid I tell a lie it was a twenty slip Never hand over the…

Business over the pond, travelling Paddy Dodging the James Bond apparatus, no illuminati Cap with a wide peak, air quality is nasty Everything is so fucking old, graceful plasterworks masking black mould Rancid flesh cloaking a golden, holy soul, opposite that here though From West Brom to Devon, man alive this malevolent energy More at…