Alchemisland

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…

Just found out about David Lynch Trying to save but keep dipping in Then nipping out to acquire bits Mrs Maguire from number 66 doesn’t mind minding the kids For a bit; “in a bit”; “have ya got a bit?” He pulls into the sandpits as asked, 06 reg from Tipp, Opal Astra Once the…

Mare nostrum, I seek visions of Mary trueblue in and under the sun Her son the wondermaker, her untouched, ne’er undone By base rutting cunning, the innkeeper wanted money But his disposition was about as sunny As wintery Ballymun, rain-sullied and muddy Sundered by a vast drug underworld It pulls you in, promising you the…