trismegistus

I met a mad witchy
incanting her spells
on the road between Kells
and its twelve midnight bells

"Listen" she said
"hold fast - do not run
the hour's begun
so let's have us some fun"

The next thing I knew
I was flown in the air
and the mad witchy's hair
became blonde solar flare

We rattled and raced
through the blackness of sky
and remained up on high
until dawning was nigh

"Thank ye" said witchy
her features forlorn
"But now I do warn
ye forget of this morn"

"Never" said I
"for a grand time was had -
and why are you sad?"
she said "Folks think I'm mad"

"Well I don't, dear witchy"
Said I with a kiss
"And I already miss
our night skywalking bliss"

A cord she produced
and 'round arms it was tied
"We fast hands" she cried
"for I will be your bride"

And one full year hence
on a Samhain simoom
flew two on one broom-
mad witchy and mad groom.




I'm off to Minneapolis to fuck it up.
Ciao, suckas.