Alchemisland

I prophesy that all these property guys are fake tycoons Lying lines on graphs bad maths, lunatic goons lying about profits More stops on this trip than a heritage map because I drank orange Piss exploding out near the hips in a torrent Looming over their underlings, yuppie arrogance dealing psychic damage I’m frothing, wet…

New year and, said sighing, new me; what timing! Hair trigger like, fucking try me Some lusts you cannot stymie Kicked the habit but earned a stubborn want for all time I kick my queer green steed into gear The sky feels near so I skewer it; it’s bleeding Out in the storm, raging like…

I nurse a vampiric need I always heed Great and growing need for seductive leaves Not ones obscuring dangly bits on Eden’s Adam and Eve either Even when there was no time, smoke I could squeeze in I needed it, I a baby teething, give me the sweetener Let all the debris of my shit…