Alchemisland

While there’s still light left.

One line of light arrives at light-bereft reaches

Through a cleft in the side, necessary breaches.

Heed my advice, those of you who are left

Step lightly in those child’s light up Nikes

Sparks light up the night

They’re brandished lightly.

It’s brandy tonight, hot as a radish

Makes me wince badly but I lash it back

So strong chronic should be handling it gloved in a hazmat

Don’t lack passion, spazzed on Asda brews and Persian hash

Converted Jag, virgin pack I’m first to snack

Purging stacks, urgent to urge your glance

Head of the pack, my jaw snaps down on a feeding hand.