Alchemisland Poetry

Writings – Invocations

  • Capital C
    Search and seizure Could have been But being Caesar’s easier, Elysian fields caught Dutch Elm disease, incidentally that’s where I get my weed.
  • Stay within trumpet hearing range
    Abaddon’s blessings on me, almost straight away Sickly and dangerous the work of a mage The outcome’s never the same, scattershot spray Use-stressed pews yew hewn fed His blaze, chanting His name An odalisque on a table gyrating Rotating before a whore-stained obelisk A pile of cocaine for training to dependence What semblance of prodigies… Read more: Stay within trumpet hearing range
  • Div-eyed and Conker
    Unloading the full unholy capacity, One final sign tap, for anyone asking: No talking to the driver while the vehicle is in action. Terrifying sleepstealing cries, wolfrhapsodies, Viking raptures. Anpiels writhing at the fiery revelation from the unveiled cyphers. A trough holding a thousand pairs of melted eyes. Climbing fires like hellish ivy Wreathing high… Read more: Div-eyed and Conker
  • Fire inside, am I dying
    Throwing flame Despite the fact my throat’s inflamed Fire blazed, ash tray blamed Wasn’t extinguished all the way All those things I wished away Smoking swisher sticks used swish away All the problems mounded on my plate Now I’ve got no space, no place to stay No station, no playstation, no queen bed frame No… Read more: Fire inside, am I dying
  • Hypocrites managed to sneak away vials of precious Hippocrene
    Always been a shirker, no pin bomb a berserker Short circuit, unbeatable but only in short bursts See me in shorts looking like I need the fight purse, Hope you pre-booked the hearse. Had your cerebral on the curb, available to observe, Likely too late for any scientists set on having it preserved Never prided… Read more: Hypocrites managed to sneak away vials of precious Hippocrene

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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