Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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

  • Arranging my papers
    by alchemisland
    My small, dainty writing table Knee-height to one five eight. Facade consistent of flaking paint Pained wrist impressions, coffee stains Fingerprint smudges as one finds writ upon the panes of a caged gazer. Adopting strains with ridiculous names to see whether I can coax this Hopeless brain to produce more than stick figures. Out, coatless… Read more: Arranging my papers
  • Starclotted
    by alchemisland
    The scree of a glee’d penis, the spattered spotty stars seemed Red as a snotty, grotty new skater’s knee The easily-seen desire-seeder Venus poem revealing. Adrenal Mars like a fat wasp wallop-burst upon an offturned LG screen. Approbations, elations, daily paintings Deprivations, rages, railings, weak sadness, half of madness. Just because something fell into one’s… Read more: Starclotted
  • Sleepasker
    by alchemisland
    After chain blazing shamelessly My unpitied, unpropitiated head lays Dreamscapes egg laden and hex-scathed Of begging bowls, of negative spaces, of taking oaths Of sewn oats, of sold dope, of frailty, of granges, of grey areas, changes. Mortal-folded clothes angel-molded going mouldy in the only stow Maybe this grape haze ganj has me going scatty,… Read more: Sleepasker
  • Unsaid Unspread
    by alchemisland
    No hatchlings No champions Fenceless.  Senseless following of fashion Closely tailgating evilly-promulgated passions.  Hailing as great one’s own dispatches  As creations, nay, manifestations Of an able creator! These unample, puny scratchings  Less than a handful Hardly scratch the surface  Of the vast surplus  I wouldst but durst not commune. 
  • Watched assassination
    by alchemisland
    Voidlamp in hand, asp in lap The lucent crab’s jewelled clasps fasten To the battle cloak running down his master’s back. My avoidant candle yet withstands. A capful of borrowed coins, and the poise of a cat On cloud-cottoned towertops, the clogged corridors The clotted, the discerner watched me As Turner might have watched a… Read more: Watched assassination

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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