Alchemisland

Riot

A stabbed child leaks excuses Inside them resides the urge, hidden like a demiurge Dublin City like the Purge: it burns it burns it burns Thick necked Gards in riot gear cordoning off O’Connell Street Pallid ghouls selling gear, Bordening off lifespans at O’Connell’s feet Where dark delights meet plain daylights and the junk-blue vein…

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23rd Nov 2023

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Beachhead

Troy’s golden sand with essence sprayed Paris ensuring the piper’s paid Lovely darts today; scream of spears thrown ancient way With brawn to pierce a mammoth flank With brain to trick a mountebank Noble Ithacan with a homesick heart Basement of horse belly “No one dare fart”

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22nd Nov 2023

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Sleeping

Impenetrable fortress of sleep Portcullis of shuttered eye graffitied Sight subjective the experience exclusive The inner lid the lid of night, planets ricocheting off it whispering of collisional fertilisation The dark everywhere is that which I do not or cannot see, that which I am not presently experiencing or otherwise aware thereof My closing eyes…

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22nd Nov 2023

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Mouth

I’ve got a monstrous mouth I eat an orange the pip’s squeak Modern Great Expectations, Pip squeezed into the back seat Sometimes, the dentist flat out won’t see me. There is where I shovel food My gnashers recalling eggshell dominoes Cupboard mouth that sculpts my pooh: Which upon cummies forms the O Which weaveth wonder…

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22nd Nov 2023

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Séance 1930

Eager come the recent dead Still naive enough to covet warmth Hearing the living, I am living and this nightmare can end The harsh, stout corpselight; the dead mothing in. Blowing on ashes Bottled nothingness, the nothing is lured into the nothing The mind at war with the mind which is not the mind From…

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22nd Nov 2023

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