Alchemisland

Skin sizzling like a burning witch Nox has me Zombie, Cranberries off these canisters Not a lotta space I’m thin as a rake bound for Sideshow Bob’s face But I cram it into me anyway, Instamash and Cram Take more than EMP scramble and nuke blasts to scram me Scran what’d turn another’s stomach: asshole…

Entombing loose talkers in a hidden sepulchre beneath Clondalkin World’s lawless when you’re not a pauper Looking Lock Stock in my Dad’s grey Crombie, shotty tucked Like untied shoelace aglets No corpse no toetag even if you drag it I don’t even ask the sky anymore, human magnet After ten Magners and fifteen fegs, confident…

Ended up on the wrong side of the river, like Benny from the Mummy Scot free like all the cops near me had signed a waiver upon entry They struggled First to get a picture of this mug Employed black magic on these muggles Half the battle strength of passion Rest’s how willing you are…

Need a boat connect, something with propellers Propel myself along a dirty-dish-wet deck on peglegs forever Why there’s porn on the telly I can’t tell ya Enough girls here, like a trafficker’s cellar. Came from Africa like early man Ireland map where we’re selling at Wildest Thornberry, born ready Flooded the block like rocks broke…