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

  • Heartbird
    by alchemisland
    The line you toe has its fine hold. My mind’s holding cage Espies you magpieing in fine gold, blazing. Aztec fire, Prussian shade Everything has its time and rushing’s vain. “I don’t take wine” she pointed her anointed knife toward my rushing veins. Cold, grim and frostbitten, throat-focused. Ice-lipped, vice-committed, some Russian vein. You are… Read more: Heartbird
  • A living statue
    by alchemisland
    A doorman couldn’t keep me outside She had a dormer you could sit inside Warm my hands in her kitten, mitten style Sitting, fat bitten a while. A vista fit for suicide She’s blue, I’m glued, two down from crocodile. Illegal dealings in the rearview, recent. The rest inferior, she’s the reason I dress the… Read more: A living statue
  • Moonsongs
    by alchemisland
    Slapped to flush my devotion utter I cross oceans of wonder to crawl to her toes Reposed below, cold as a fridge rose in a silk-sundered coffin I haunt the gutters under Dublin. She is a softening woman Slaughtered dozens, caught up lovers Cauterize the flesh you’ve ulcered. On the porch when I saw your… Read more: Moonsongs
  • The nasty gravedirt work of making a work lasting
    by alchemisland
    I prefer a murky vanity How my scratched family mirror skews improvingly My posed nudity. Nothing of prudity And much of crudity it has been my unimproving, no composure duty To move cot to coffin extolling. Outside Bewley’s, coffee Voltaire would savour, Coughing unduly off that last end-chewed foolmaker. Lunar pale she screams; Communing with… Read more: The nasty gravedirt work of making a work lasting
  • COUNTING
    by alchemisland
    Loops in belts Loops I’m repeating like prayers before bed Strong compelled, praying this crazy is equally felt I intend to play the cards as dealt Until my stack’s the table’s biggest, forcing other players to smelt Wedding rings to pay the ting. Accepting shirts and shoes as well. Can’t remember when or whether I… Read more: COUNTING

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