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  • Untraceable someone

    The unwelcome hotbloodedness summoner Strolled up to my low garden wall and droned drolly I alone prove how nothing changes My aching bones and wet cake face My noisome knees and bundy roll fingers salient-caked Like the boot of Tommy who ate it Bought it, the bullet, or mortar in this case, on whose case…

    alchemisland

    6th May 2026
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  • London by spacehopper

    Spring-heeled fiend seen Every evening this week This scabrous firebreather is wholly unlike. Evades easily police truncheons but is not so subtle As to avoid media discussion of his percussive ambuscades The air he scales by means of springed-heels Shoes whose wearer may leap many feet in a single bound A feat which reputable persons…

    alchemisland

    4th May 2026
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  • Gash tally

    Niggles in the body from rough sport pre worm turn Before I could easily afford the trappings of a Lord All somebody’s sniggering excised swordlessly in a single stern term You can’t have a wife and also turn to confirm she’s still behind A cake to have later or a crumb-laden paper plate, choose your…

    alchemisland

    3rd May 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • COKEHOPES & CHOKEHOLDS

    My face descended from ledge to waiting page The impression-taking lake edge left behind when Orpheus wept My deleterious dark materials in a war chest of deep trench oarfish depth Sniff pile whiter than a polar bear’s head, see The Northern Lights for ref Pole bearer when I smoke it (forev) Need a pokey, spliff’s…

    alchemisland

    3rd May 2026
    Filí my pockets
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  • Em Oh

    Leave the gun take the cannoli, my MO Leave the Son, trace the unholy to its hole AM I’m unpenting a phlegm rope Before my breathing holes’re off wrote PM never absenting, going off road A jewel-hemmed robe afore my heathen host In my north room, the Goat loft.

    alchemisland

    3rd May 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
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