Alchemisland Poetry

Writings – Invocations

  • Secret runways
    Only goal landing this plane  Payload to Lagos  Principled, like Talos Head held up, no lay low  Only King, no Tayto  Jamaican, that’s where they grow Planes got it, not that they know No disturbance note  They know what that denotes I’m in there planting oats  And taking coke  My plantain down a throat Like… Read more: Secret runways
  • Loi Altee
    Toking, in dust he plans Smoking industry plants Mingus on, doing Vitus dance Tight fist, whatever my slippery fingers can get a grip on Alchemical meaning of a gryphon, reading Xenophon and Agrippa Pen gripping flesh ripping cephalopod Just ripped through a fresh blimmer, still-wet ink glimmer Chewing on Tide Pods, injecting stims Shortening grass… Read more: Loi Altee
  • Misled Kings
    Too late now to sue for terms, Both waiting, convinced Assured of sea changes by fee-taking seers, Who portend to commune with the Gods of men. The Anduin polluted flowing grey-blue past Amon Hen; The salt-scraped feet of the great man of the past, The darkness carpeting the deep, Since creation’s most fertile music was… Read more: Misled Kings
  • The want of the sun
    Hatching the worldegg, the athanor the eternal Detaching the paternal dragon from my leg Curdled milk spills Forming thrilling worlds, rille-faced as if rake-scraped Further than far so that nearsighted man has peaks yet to surmount Bubblewrapped pusclad Sungrasper’s hands, replacing a wick before burnout Saw a charm bracelet of aligned planets Reflected in his… Read more: The want of the sun
  • Spycatcher
    These wont-stay-whites you’re eyeing up come at too high a price You’re paying for, admittedly nice, spice with crime-sweaty fivers So get to the back of the line and hope the Bible’s throughline is true to life Paltry amount, doubted that was the savings from your whole life Your every endeavour, every found coin, every… Read more: Spycatcher

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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