Alchemisland

Driving like I’m playing Driver for the Platinum Cops surmising my murder crimes were suicide, by design My scenes masonic signs, bringing about the end of time Tweeting at them that I’m the champion I back it, backing up the Lambo into your Fiat bumper Faithless bumping drowning out your Mumford Summer Brat summer over…

Caught a case of the blues Nothing a few toots off a J couldn’t shake Saw a bluejay preening himself near-naked on a near-breaking branch The place is blanched and grey, gaunt as the gravegoods Like an avalanche, or a blank page praying to be imprinted today I wait for the mood to dissipate like…

Each drag tastes horrible My teeth feel borrowed Dragging one closed Dragonsmoke from out my throat Sitting all day like I was all day shitting, glued to commode I go commando mode leaping up out of fox holes if the postman approaches Omens in the words on my joint roaches, oceans to quench cottonmouth Drier…

Come clean while I’m gun cleaning Paint the ceiling with my brain to bring the pain to a stop Cut so long no chance the blood can clot Take a stab at it and fall face flat, out cold on the mat Life’s a slog through a corpse-fed bog The black dog walks alongside me…

I have to wheeze now after blazing Lungs black as a baking tray after cake making My features bold and exaggerated You look stretched, ancient, as a result agitated Look related to the sprites in Chamber of Secrets on Playstation Textures copy pasted, pavements laneways casements high rises skyscraping Something like a painting of a…