Alchemisland

Like a grape punnet’s pride of place, You’re waiting by the bedside. Can I talk you for a test drive? Slick roads, little on the wet side. Dusty bass amp, a full washing hamper, Walls damp, burning sticks of nag champa To cover up the stink. We smoke sticky until it’s silent; Some smoke until…

You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry Banner, don’t mean star spangled Keep mango kush in a tangled Spar bag Keep my record clean, squeaky, to avoid wearing manacles My shit comes out clean, like sheets passed through mangles We’re deep in the woods, like Hobbits in Fangorn Anyone stumbles across us they’ll see horrors…

Snake tattoo on my arm  Cruising around town, looking for parking  Avoid me if you’re looking for a bargain My crow hits slow, like Mick Parkin You’re fake like your name was Arman  You’re on the take, social welfare department  I cut your artery and ketchup arted my apartment.