Alchemisland Poetry

Writings – Invocations

  • Torch circuit for souls
    Always an addictive admix tincture scans thin to its needled needer. Tomorrow’s half fixity needily stalks what I am half picturing. Neither Deceiver nor too-credulous believer be. Levered threes. I cannot leave her be. My weed is full of seeds and frog dyed. Fox-slight frock-tight moon talks too tidily, leans into me Orions chews me;… Read more: Torch circuit for souls
  • Chasing the future
    My happenings are acted out without prior arrangement These scattered pages tasked with fashioning passion’s maybes. The heath the witch keeps is breeze-reaved, wind-blasted Cascading back sable-rapt from a labia-bathed astral bath Where with gay abandon we dallianced like famished rabbits. Matrices. Knocks in crowded threes upon my door’s laboured teak This impatient comer’s fated… Read more: Chasing the future
  • Moonstoner
    White stones foam bright. Snow mode. Flying light. She’s blue dyed, phone light. Open holes. Low rise. Ozone. Open goals. Slow high. She peels down. My note rises. Feels my pealing soul, calms me down. Gown wound of eaten iris. Ball games. We’re fucking rough as the wall game, Eton type. Easeful. Peaceful. Painterly. Can’t… Read more: Moonstoner
  • Never hold the line
    I am soon-quartered Chinese Gordon With mandarin jacket, gore-wet sword Impatient to avoid taint by glory’s oil In a Mahdi-cordoned Sudan. No more madding stalling orders. No more you can’t. Slow, pleasant tortures. Fugues; fumes; blue plants. Nude snaps. Two caps. Mute laughs. Two that yet haven’t, haven’t yet. Set inhabits my body. Amulet red;… Read more: Never hold the line
  • Plumtonguer
    Riddle. Thought. Little lot Kitted, got Purple dots Persil, not. Eternal knot Cursive, brought To blood-bought life My knifemind’s misbegottens. Wordsmith. Softens. Caught her, now life. Acéphale’s neck cauterised. Weekends tended throatwise Goat, both thighs cum-striped Nighttime finery in endless supply Wick-leant liming light. A winey hellbulb’s strident fire. Civic wrongs. In a rented Civic,… Read more: Plumtonguer

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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