Alchemisland

Sons fucking their mams Six toed sprogs in prams Spam from a can, back to Blitz rationing Our behaviour profoundly irrational Back lashed badly, I would make a poor rasher In South Africa, the first openly gay imam is blasted Woke is dead and that’s a disaster Who really cares and who is just an…

Atop that stroppy bay afraid of his own shadow Stroked his mane, whispered a name he didn’t yet know to be his Gucci reins rustless led him into a russet coppice’s shade, Bucephalus his name, his master would needs be Great. He sated from the Indus; Bathed in the Euphrates, famed for bound angels; Smote…

Meeting weed-weakened down ‘n’ outs about outstanding amounts Foment trouble, go roaming the moment I roll up, new motor roaring. Give them Roman Peace until they agree to pay double, no plea deals, Just full payment on time or clubbed seals and blubber-stained raiments Double drop deep dive to the event horizon, Special K no…

Strange, sourceless lights, neither angels nor spaceships, why? Apporting sportingly every night at the same time Clockhands measuring 90, twin threes plus a single circle’s sideless size Bright, flighty and defiant, skyward brooms, powers that runes drew Strong brew, gore-extruded newborn-fuelled witchride for two. Peace would be nice but where’s the payment in dove flights?…