Alchemisland

Armpits hairy  Black La Brea tar pits Hardly a problem, does no harm  Pussy colour glazed ham  I’m at it like I’m making bacon sandwiches Alarms going off like I walked out  With the tags still on In the Jag it won’t take long Stay back to smoke a fag, long drags  I’m with the…

I tap a Benson’s wilting ash proboscis into an empty We’re at it two rabbits rabid, even though I’m a savage She’s fit as jiu jitsu players before Abu Dhabi Ass looking slappy in a tight black tracky Interested solely in my dabbing bags, spiced baccy Spiced rum bottle on the tressle Label black kraken…

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…