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

  • Poulaine caked in gravedirt
    by alchemisland
    An ancient wind that hinted to council druids Bounced about her hair, that captive fluid, uncertain as mood She walked slowly, baronially, dowser-focused Her eyes closed, enticing moment to utmost Soot-throated, my back a suitable thronefront footstool for her I am called cur, made renounce every ounce of me, truly I felt relief For the… Read more: Poulaine caked in gravedirt
  • Fingering a jar
    by alchemisland
    I was born defeated I was, the doctor said, an abhorrent foetus Despite a doctor’s strong feeling about the rectitude of deleting The unbreathing me. I was born alas; the malformed freed. A sleeted casket Which the sunbastard’s crushed canary sanction engleamed. Her car-girdled heart a hearth of dreams, an abattoir of Failed starts and… Read more: Fingering a jar
  • Hunting the month
    by alchemisland
    Hunting the month One crumpling blunderbuss crumpf and it crumbles Timeblood runs which runs on time. Every schedule succumbs To the realities of life; it – whatever – shall come when it comes. My treatied distempers o’er-milden with suncoming The wilder child, who, summoned, runs, begins blundering Through my untied-shoes life-with nothing to lose thundering… Read more: Hunting the month
  • Signs distinctly undivine
    by alchemisland
    I find Condemned signs Wasted on house outsides. Could be worn neckwise Gracing a tie’s prideful place. Debasement isn’t just a room closer to clay, lacking casement Where are stacked lapsing containers Full of thumbthacks and lava lamps still now as car-whacked babies Bucks, books, buckets rusted from last summer’s floods Many a time served… Read more: Signs distinctly undivine
  • Speedslows
    by alchemisland
    Smoking C4, consigned high proof packages to seafloors Spent everything to force to seek more my sloth soul, abhors Going anywhere. Blaring E17, cat who got the cream not E45 Motion in D4, drove pedalfloored over ebikes, sports mode downroad My thriving promotions stored unnoticeably, stowed. Slow Download speeds, I learn with ease So you… Read more: Speedslows

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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