Month: Apr 2024

• Craic Attic

  They used to slag me for liking black metal Now feel train rumble through the track metal Rose with thorns and pillow soft petals  No doc leaf pushing into nettles What’s up doc, I need prescription sheets Coz I’m gobbling pills like a junkie fiend Three sheets to the wind, keys I’m keen To kneel…

  alchemisland

  27th Apr 2024

  Filí my pockets

  420, addiction, alchemisland, alchemy, craic, creative writing, drug lit, drugs, imagination, magic, National Poetry Month, neuralchemy, poem, poet, poetry, weed, writing

• DESESH

  Given more dead arms than Belgian Congo In Ireland to drink is to be Ag Ol Being shitfaced is my main goal Carried to bedroom by my girl Sour vomit down toilet swirls Brown out like slipped into wrong hole.  More arm feels than Aki  More destructive arms than Iraqi Hadn’t, still plagued by Khaki…

  alchemisland

  27th Apr 2024

  Filí my pockets

  alchemisland, alchemy, art, books, creative writing, desire, dublin, fenrir, fiction, imagination, irish, irish writer, neuralchemy, poem, poet, poetry, the sesh, words, writer, writing

• War Caint

  Swan when I wear it, sworn when I swear it Pops when I don it, props when I Don it Head currently holeless like faulty donut Do not approach or blood splat yoghurt You’ll get reproached, sent home soaked Tell your blokes I’ll wet their coats Send redcoats flying back to boats But I’ve burnt…

  alchemisland

  27th Apr 2024

  Filí my pockets

  alchemisland, alchemy, bard, battle hymns, creative writing, dublin, fiction, imagination, insults, ireland, irish, irish writer, neuralchemy, poem, poet, poetry, rhymes, war, words, writing

• Sold Souls 

  Three lines I nosehole it Head swims I no sold it Hopes pinned I no souled it Ahead of the school I swim I’m lemon sole No cause to force feed, I’m so in need My head feels heavier than Mr Creosote If it’s bagged now I say free the dope If it’s blue light…

  alchemisland

  27th Apr 2024

  Filí my pockets

  alchemisland, alchemy, art, bars, books, creative writing, cthulhu, fiction, gold, imagination, immortality, ireland, magic, neuralchemy, occult, poem, poet, poetry, soul, words, writer, writing

• The Agent – IV

  They sent Harpenden. Him, of all people, conversation with whom was a form of punishment so cruel and unusual the Khmer Rouge would rat you out to Amnesty. He was a posh Australian who drank Fosters, called evening arvo, and who disliked foreigners to a confederate degree. He looked like a cross between the muscular,…

  alchemisland

  26th Apr 2024

  alchemisland of Ireland, Short Stories

  action, adventure, alchemisland, alchemy, assassination, author, cobalt byron, conversation, creative writing, dialogue, dublin, exciting, expression, fantasy, fiction, humour, imagination, ireland, irish, irish writer, neuralchemy, novella, prose, short story, shorts, spy, spycraft, story, thriller, words, writer, writing