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

  • Manisland
    by alchemisland
    Attitude toxic  Practically noxious  In the pub sinking Rockshores like I just found out I’m adopted Always been cocksure  Yeah let’s have a knock, sure  Ninja, like a turtle from a sewer  One left, you’ll have issues chewing  Bend over, let me stick the boot in  Decades now acting the fool  Dancing to the same old… Read more: Manisland
  • Transcribing the dying stag’s agonised roars
    by alchemisland
    Gorgeous thing used to dance She wasn’t bad Might have made it Given half a chance Now she’s half-hag. half ghost Living in a Vango tent along the banks of the Royal Canal It’s not the Auld Triangle she hears clanging. Jamall managed to cop some poppers, eyes wide like Rango She doesn’t want to… Read more: Transcribing the dying stag’s agonised roars
  • Card tapping at Dignitas (further house hunting trauma dumps)
    by alchemisland
    Delay after delay A much needed string change A much needed property for sale Neither city-situated nor confined to wild dales We offered, they took it, here comes happy days I hated the work but I loved the pay I feared the worst and, in a way, loved that pain Close to tight pyjamas and… Read more: Card tapping at Dignitas (further house hunting trauma dumps)
  • OX XO
    by alchemisland
    My relation with oxides  Complicated, like rules for offside  Ox tails and ox hides Odd sales to high lives  To the most high on the hi fi All mine but my kinder mind  Must get pushed to the side  Mushed against the gates  Because the crowd are going wild  Filled with hate liberties taken without… Read more: OX XO
  • Bruisetendererererer
    by alchemisland
    Send a cunt to ICU Icepack for his black and blue Bruises, dispatched when you’re no longer useful Abusive, and he’s effusive, but there’s no proper proof Any comes through I disappear, smokebomb poof Batman how I haunt roofs, looking down on all the spooks Tenpenny tower, I got the nukes and all the tools… Read more: Bruisetendererererer

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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