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

  • Goat-demanded commotion
    by alchemisland
    Somewhere tucked away, the rite’s subprime location Known to vocational fondlers, perverts, and worshippers of Satan Inside a wrecked church’s remnant transept Half Her statue, the ducts of the Virgin who wept smashed by searchers Blessings expire like third time seductions, we must rebeg; Glories golden at accomplishment’s noisy moment olden to less. I woke… Read more: Goat-demanded commotion
  • Congealed souls
    by alchemisland
    I have never needed to be allowed Go without, around, if resistance cows Heeded little the creed of my house Dream, cedar seed, stellar plough and cloud my saviours. My lowing heart gentled now, anxious away from its cave Suddenly seeks out. A single gaze’s loud bleaching Has breached the sealed bastion of my passions… Read more: Congealed souls
  • Increasingly elaborate methods of snatching enamoureds
    by alchemisland
    Songs pregnant with harmful advice Preached the old mailboxed puppy methods of courting a wife. While using nailscissors to cut her name into that day’s fortieth Iris, I decided not to subscribe anymore to such wiles. Resorting Instead to that which so-testing time tested and found well measured So my results will attest; Her fishnetted… Read more: Increasingly elaborate methods of snatching enamoureds
  • Alpha numerics
    by alchemisland
    A1 lines, A4 white, A2 sized I pop pills no B2 Bill a spliff, a V2 Skinny jeans seat her winning hoop Betty Boop in see through, I’m glued In the mood shoes, heatseeking fluids First my mind then my room she’s streaking through What must out outs, like MeToo If weed’s smell displeases you,… Read more: Alpha numerics
  • Stormpassage
    by alchemisland
    Panes shaking like an unmedicated patient Raving to a patient vocational doctor about imminent invasions Jowls wobbling with an emptying sink squelch Shaking as Caesar did during seizures, in ancient day. Our single-glazed casement loose in its tray Might break like a skater’s ollie-displaced collarbone. This unbagged wind Ulysses depinned hoping to reach Ithacan home… Read more: Stormpassage

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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