Alchemisland

Each of us has ten packs Tucked in black socks Or shoved up asses No phonecalls, no black box recorder Use the code or you won’t get old Raptor style: one catches your eye, two attach from the side; you won’t even know Three types of hard blow Number one: you’re going on and on…

Fed up of bending so I strap on a feedbag Fill it fulla green weed leaf and green diesels Like an easel when I’m starting a sylvan scene My white pale as a Geisha’s cheek Room so hotboxed it looks like a geyser released So gaseous this mayhemically sagacious tasty We’re laying wet towels by…

Dadless mad ones Sending me nudes, like my phone was the casting couch for a lewd mag Asses not quite Bryan Cranston, but they’re broke bad Clown car how we’re all crammed into the back, anchovies in the packet They’ve got emotional baggage, I’ve got serious quotients, weed bags.

Birds with fellas out doing dirt Asking me curtly for the work I got that rare Nirnroot in my satchel I’ve got elven powders in clear capsules I’ve got eleven hours to clear the stock, giving free samples Ample amount of ampules Anti-everything attitude.

Rats inhabit the basement passage below the tavern Like I just started playing a fantasy game I got a level one blade, lockpicks and a vitality admix Armour vests full of dents, chinks and missing links No magical properties on my rings yet Kept every bowl and bone in the stow hold Turns out I…