Alchemisland

Encased in layers because the wind’s flaying, chill sends to grave Keep an airtight case because I’m buying resin today Bloke’s unpleasant, bad specimen, but his weed’s incredible He’s going for this hour’s third wee, is that credible? We’re taking keys and sizing up enemies like they’re edible Setting precedent as Stillorgan’s last evil resident…

Out in Clondalkin crainn-stalking Pocketful of crown-tired dead presidents When we see someone with blend making generous measurements We say “now you’re talking” We respond accordingly, Charlie Chalk-ing pool cue often Swag half-dancing That’s just my stroll to the shop for fags and cans, Walken Walk in like I’m eminent, reticence from residents, whispers, talking…

Seeing men about their dogs Doge, doyen, demigod Panting, like I just did a jog Phantom, which one of them haunts me Night gaunts assault me Your goons get told saunter I appeal to base needs My level is very street When I walk in, their throats gain frogs When I stalk nights, the moor…

I’ll have your cash When? Now you’re in the fox’s den Flat broke, you fucked up then Sorry to leave you with bloody teeth Hit you a teep for fleecing a key I need trees, I need Ps I need something to erase last week Armies on the streets A thousand feet, millipedes Fast speeds…

Peak weed from Sweden  Had it on deep freeze  Connect via North Sea  Temper short as 2014 tweets I’m not Moses, not getting caught in the reeds Come up smelling like roses Despite the fact that I’m doing dark deeds  Stark indeed tonight, dark streets  Have a part-timer loan shark pleading Bleeding from his ear  Because…