Alchemisland Poetry

Writings – Invocations

  • Killing a swan
    My quill’s wetted tip fritters outlandishly Colouring the undipped panda; The vanity of making that span’s holy blankness vanish. Through my wreck’s rent side A lunatic tide pours effortlessly. She is an outsider, an fortless lier beneath skies Her dyeing eyes’ generous donations reframe the observed The plainest bird made worthy with burstberry fervency: Know-you-wept… Read more: Killing a swan
  • Clueless nouveau
    When I told him that returning to prison Was preferable to continuing the miserable Mincemeat midden I’d made of my brittle, bramble-bullied life He was troubled, I saw him struggling to hide The wet light slicking his arid, educated eyes What comfort concealed had providence’s zeal made real before his sight Indeed, he reeled at… Read more: Clueless nouveau
  • Scoops
    Remembering pleasure during abstention To torture beyond weakness my meek mettle. At the planted feet of a sleet-phantomed unlevel peak Called obliquely Escher’s Defeat I measure out forever grief In coffee beans And clevered ennui.
  • Broken gargoyles
    The unholy home of Lot levelled Its demoned temples malevolent scree. Coughs ebon My lungs. My drummond leaksprung ekes to ebbing Weeks left at best Each breath extension.
  • PAINTINGS. I’ve done some. Do you want to buy them? (Yes, please, thank you)
    Yesterday was my 34th birthday. I was born, at half twelve noon, in Holles Street hospital in Dublin, Ireland. If you’d like to support me and gimme filthy lucre so that I can continue writing loads of insufferable poetry, why not buy a painting or, even better, tell your painting-obsessed (rich) friends about me: https://www.adverts.ie/pictures-paintings/opal-portal-painting/40692890… Read more: PAINTINGS. I’ve done some. Do you want to buy them? (Yes, please, thank you)

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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