Alchemisland Poetry

Neuralchemical poetry for comet-scoured skies, matins as the world dies.

POEMS, ODES, PROSE, GHOSTS, RITES, RITUALS, OCCULT HYMNS, LUNAR LIMN

Writings – Invocations

  • Nights now the world is over
    by alchemisland
    I’ll give to the bag for life It lasted longer than ninety percent of the people I met in my life Well worth it for the price Clouds like a 99 in a sunless sky, entry of a shadowed century Its sentry a wounded moon, sent here to keep us stationary These are nights now… Read more: Nights now the world is over
  • A sense of subtext
    by alchemisland
    Her swan hand banded with opal and topaz, straddled a gilt carafe Her neck like a pale giraffe emeralds green as glass glinting like egyptian caskets Elastics fasten her hair into exotic fashions, her architect an artist of passions Her tacit manner, a taciturn mná, she is hewn with many facets  Even the bold are… Read more: A sense of subtext
  • Going out for messages after the world ends
    by alchemisland
    Anthrax-tinged winds winnowing through nuke-bared trees Cold as the windowless, hissing like geese the burning steels Kissing her feet while the burning steals The world around us, even the ground dust Is dangerous, another mushrooming nighttime sunrise  Demise of some great nation Violet light like an auric field around the stricken power station I can… Read more: Going out for messages after the world ends
  • Garden of Poisons
    by alchemisland
    Domestos rivers snake  Take route through Rows of poisonous roots At whose centre is a lake Of lamp oil and snake venom The vellum on which the poison bible developed Is tinged with hellsent emetics, diuretics, and genetic  Excretics which’ll turn a helix to pathetic dregs Cultures of gas-pumping fruits in art class clusters Rills… Read more: Garden of Poisons
  • I’ll take care of the arrangements
    by alchemisland
    I am fed to the fens, since fenced off My friends all dressed in black, femme fatale Sherilyn Fen They kindly compare me to Sheridan La Fanu After all he’d been through, no one imagined he’d die to a flu Just goes to show no day promised, that adage is true Of course, he had… Read more: I’ll take care of the arrangements

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge