#neuralchemy

[alchemisland]

CLEAN SOBER

I’m unfit for human society Often, newly-sober folks turn to over-corrective piety But not me, brandishing my cheeky Cheshire Cat smile Once again delighted to be my own life’s pilot I washed my hands of my own old life, Pilate I threw my self-blooded pilum I tossed a match to a body pile outside Every face within was mine.

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Cursing the Oppressors 

Apollo and python  A sporting lord And wielded change and lightning chains Who enjoyed cavorting with human sorts  Despite his wife’s jealous, green-tinged eyes blazing Queenly Athena, shed no fierce tears at your frieze’s fleecing Turn your molten heart freezing and curse the disruptor’s penis Cast shadows where the shoulder-stroking light of Venus lends warm feeling Upon the world’s…

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Nosing bonkerdust

In front of a scratched, displeasing mirror Taking diminished white off keys Bag demolished in one minute Bits to keep us safe, and warm this winter When it is gelid, historically Nights on, striving to keep sleep off Place’s safety in my keeping Trying to rouse myself awake, fending off sleeping demons Who make bold people weak.

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Nodding Off

Inviting all to stop and view it with unhooked jaw Choreographing their last dances, the loons Bright enough to deny night, this time My poems are writ, my teeth shining A bed so big, entering requires climbing I am a habit creature to the bone My sleepgoing a matter of precise timing I sit down on the throne, cold porcelaine icy Old port salut and porkchops spilling out, spicy Wind down…

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One for everyone (audience)

Though I publish often, few who read remain glued to seats Walking quiet, rubbish-strewn streets at witchhyper three Clockhands that time denoting poised to free A fireball, flames blue and green Call that mixture cyan, you see I listened to a podcast, since removed from BBC About dicyanin dye enabling soldiers to see Ghosts and demons breaking free Last thing one needs when Charlie…

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Backlooker

Regretting ways behaved I miss the way It felt when you shaved Cave warmth of your nearby hide Farside Gallery calendar full of dates you won’t make Gifts you won’t receive, cakes you won’t bake. Keep accounts, lists  Birds I’ve mounted, trysts  Blistered fingers thumbing blisterpacks Wrists blacked from the blick’s click blast Hot lead lashing out, chinking his alabaster Gun’s report…

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Blackwinged

My mood the raven Teasing me ably in brocaded sable His alights his perch without my chamber And braces, waiting, by my fastened casement I like a lady chaste chased by lover gay do shoo away Yet he remained there, seeming to sway His nodding head and cradled, nodding-off eyes seemed to say Let’s call it a day.

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Sound effects when I walk

Cracking: knees, limbs, joints, fingers, hips. On account of my crepitus, currently sounding like a crypt walker When I creep up holding this; Sound like falling detritus When I leave and it won’t be immediately, You will hear my bones pealing as I peel myself, Raising swears and eyes to the ceiling. Moving griefful, shuffling unappealingly, as if through porridge A peel of a thing My…

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Secret-revealing storm

Unflagging, unflappable, clinker-dragging wind In battering ram flurries self-expending. Expedient rending, thatches tore, slates fell, Holes developed in well-worn awnings, despite myriad warnings. Defrocking, menhir-knocking tempest. Restless tents sway in windwhip like widdershins ships parading, Walls expanding wing-akin, lifted skin reveals naked sin. Rigid stays torn away. At gale’s…

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Crackedjarheart

Fry day  Start the day with a slapdash fry up breakfast Crack eggs first Shells spiderwebbing against bowl rim  Giving with little resistance, spilling out  Into the oily pan slick it slides formless  Sizzling, gaining colour as it warms  Toast, rounds of toast That the rack can go around twice and still boast slices  Butter behind a silver dish Slippy and spread-ready  Running to the…

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ONNIT DOT

Lip is chewed up On it since Tuesday Listening to Tsjuder Playing Malignant Coronation Night time curious incident Dog done iN with a pitchfork I’m arguing more than Randy Pitchford Movie looks shit even in 4K Regretting forking out for reshoots RT score of 6, devil’s percentages Variable sentence length Test my wingspan’s length, lend you a stanky leg.