Alchemisland

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?

Lennon was right, right up until his right eye saw Chapman’s nine end fire.

No time for ey up, duck, downcounting nine unto an end.

Down County weekend, weasel’s had three chances, three attempts.

Now we have to show him that threats aren’t empty

Clip emptied per my rat erasing regimen

Underpaid regiment: spent EMT plus empty belly PSNI men

Tent-erecting doing CSI, isn’t dawn yet,

Street emptied, drawing chalk lines your form’s length.