Alchemisland

Neuralchemical poetry for comet-scoured skies, matins as the world dies.

POEMS, ODES, PROSE, GHOSTS, RITES, RITUALS, OCCULT HYMNS, LUNAR LIMN

Writings – Invocations

Seating arrangements and event planning discussions for real adults
by alchemisland
26th Feb 2026
No sitting furniture required. She uses my face like a recliner, where else? My sinus bones are eroded like a cokehead’s, owing to her coccyx grinding She groans and fucks like only the lonely can If I’d written Eleanor Rigby, it would’ve included a depressing blowbang With yellow marigolds before and after, and cummed tissues… Read more: Seating arrangements and event planning discussions for real adults
Her vagina was the saga-secreting wound in the back of a dying Valkyrie
by alchemisland
26th Feb 2026
Darker and dark those arts I practiced More brutal whips were cracked Until her latticed flank resembled the Nazarene’s back And still she came back She came and came and came, and drank All that came Lank days, greased straight In that post-beef languor Full sex no hang ups Had to leave sorry notes up… Read more: Her vagina was the saga-secreting wound in the back of a dying Valkyrie
Dirty sex poem only wretched, toilet-tempered night ghouls could ever enjoy
by alchemisland
26th Feb 2026
Running rates trading posts would go crazy for Pedometer gains daily equivalent to four restless postmen’s range Smoking haze by acre, through societal change, post-dem USA Reading tracts of Rabelais and it makes more sense than Reddit takes. Got chambermaids, chambered eights Chambers made stately by shameful eighths Chambers made up, for anyone who wants… Read more: Dirty sex poem only wretched, toilet-tempered night ghouls could ever enjoy
Worthy
by alchemisland
26th Feb 2026
Fifteen year waiting room just to see a painting And when at last you get inside to view the installation You part a tacky beaded curtain. Art where the art isn’t the art; You must read supplementary literature to truly be a part You see only a canvas, blank as Mars, and the stubbed out… Read more: Worthy
PARO OFF D HEAD
by alchemisland
25th Feb 2026
Spend the journey tucking tight to pillars, ducking diving to stay hidden Paranoid some villain has sniper scopes trained on me, his hopes My hope’s end, God knows for what, jealousy of my dope empire; Perhaps he’s mad I bagged his baddie, now he’s brave because he’s high His cuz and guys gassed him up… Read more: PARO OFF D HEAD

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Alchemisland

Alchemisland Poetry

Writings – Invocations

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