sa sa sa is how hentai lesbians
hiss in pain. they say I miss. say you
’ll never be happy so go for it anyway.
not the lesson I wanted to learn.
use a reed diffuser to de-internalise
suffering. get a candle called Island Spa.
we don’t play rough any more with

the cow’s bells. I’m going to give
your teat a ring. have nothing
but oranges in my mouth. you
don’t want the stainless steel

in another story you
turn around. with your forearms
grasp the wheel. number 10.
which 1+0 becomes
number 1. numerology. it
is easy. know you’re bad
at math. you’re running in now
from the pitch like sweat
is free. like saltwater’s
holy. the day after I got
a stomach ache like grief
and blood between my sheets
even if it’s only number 17
of the cycle



you said last night you think I am magic.
& you have that inescapable purple in your aura,
pivoting like vonnegut’s wampeter, which is why
the animals are magnetically-drawn to you,
unlikely cult carp whisperer.we all eventually have to do psychic maintenance
so half-hour to midnight means walking
on elevated concrete roadside benches,
holding in hand that feeling of being sure
like lollipops in the mouth or stone bracelets,
like sitting crosslegged under the esplanade bridge.

someone but not me needs to paint
your bullock shoulders your nimble wrists
your inability to unplug from Real Life:
maybe it is because you want to be
a different height that you refuse to
allow short-circuits.
is this what they mean by industry?

binding your own wrists in neoprene cuffs,
you permit leather blindfolds that can’t cover the
quirk of your smirking mouth & your insistence
that your hard-on is good for at least something,

even if it is hanging dirty towels like
a criminal execution. your kisses are

a study in botany,
like things to be taken apart and examined
under bright lights and steel tweezers.
like the ball of your thumb is a thing
to be taken to heart.

even afterthoughts of you feel like
the uniform fuzz of carefully-shaved head,
firm touches, scented turquoise pineapple
crystalline and now I know

the sound of a three-hour telephone voice
is a tall glass of citrine, sea kelapa syrup
spread excruciating over the railwork system,
like a lapdance, like the fatigue carried in the
arched feet of someone who inhabits heels, like
trails of formic acid, like
busy, busy, busy.

I miss you
even when I am next to you,
you said,

and I took this as thundercloud omen,
storms wielding wet bargaining chips
but you’ve always loved finding the sublime
in the mundane and I’ve written so many
poems about marrying the divine and the
profane that we know we can find
both pedestrian and arcane in the

you said, I am afraid
we are only really good for each other in bed
but some good advice is do what you love.
stretch before dancing. and eat more broccoli
even if you don’t particularly like it. wax
lyrical about your mussels one more time.
buddy wakefield famous slam poet says
when you feel like stepping back from the mic,
step forward.

I am backing away very slowly now so
I don’t startle you. I am whispering to the carp
instead of teaching them foucault that it is
perfect to be afraid. that it is permitted to know
you are breathtaking in spite of yourself.
buddy says, stop fucking with the moon,
so I tell you, I’ll meet you on the green platform,
on the third floor, on the astral dimension
just above this one.


dental damning gummy latex
scissor sister mindfuck pretext
D-ring harness golden shower
subdrop switchblade foucault’s power
snowball fluid felching dilate
knotted hempen suspend sedate
tribbing dribble malegaze lesbian
squirter robot drilldo sybian
figging insert ginger greyhound
milking prostate sigmoid tightwound
ribbing foodsafe softvore tension
diaper regress ageplay pension
edging denied bespoke cockcage
omo bladder wetting frottage
bestial crushfreak knotting refract
unbirth dioptra med-grade inspect
nosehook strangled vacuum rigger
hypno aural cursefile trigger
blindfold gaslight sensate deprived
needled needful pleasure derived

‪#‎SingPoWriMo2015Day12 ‪#‎SingPoWriMoDay12 ‪#‎marylyntan
The EP Prompt
– write an empat perkataan


feeling broken light right there the soft gleam
of skin on foreskin the slight coconut musk
of husky wonder the lemon curd of sunday
childhood baking imagine a daffodil fruiting
into bloom just below the ridge of soft delta
caramelised under the sun of your gaze

lover, they don’t tell you this but
fondess will not make phimosis retract
even when the hardness resurrects
the smegma remains unrepentant,
insisting on being there when you

get nailed

‪#‎SingPoWriMo2015Day05 ‪#‎SingPoWriMoDay05 ‪#‎marylyntan

‪#‎Prompt1: Write a poem depicting something ugly as beautiful, or something beautiful as ugly.
‪#‎Prompt2: Write a poem on the theme of resurrection.


it’s a flesh wound, they say,
and purse
their thick cleaved lips
at the prone twitch-yiffing
of my wetly gleaming form,
which is

nearly as masturbatory
as wordpress.

we are tiny manimals calcite
and mineralised in amber
monument to the day
we came so hard
we fossilised ourselves.

there is a symmetry to the golden ratio of the
the cleaved foot of the goat with
a thousand young,
the raw milky glass-white of
translucent anal beads.

you fuck my flesh wound
with your polydactyl thumb
and a horde of sugar gliders bursts out
swimming for their lives.

I wilt like a corsage,
or most hard-ons.

it is not just because they are my
cosmic progenitor parents
that they are called
The Elder Ones.

we are hatching wordlessly
under the earth
and still

dead cthulhu
lies wet dreaming.

#‎SingPoWriMo2015Day03 ‪#‎SingPoWriMoDay03 ‪#‎SG50ShadesOfGrey
Write an erotic poem
Bonus 1: …with no people in it.
Bonus 2: Pun.


tell the pangolins I won’t stop dance-shitting on their swamp, their last nature-reserves of patience. mine is love as grave as entombment.

the heart’s flights of fancy
consist of way more  a s s
than  q u e u e.

why else is it called
cardiac arrest?

#‎SingPoWriMo2015Day01 | ‪#‎SingPoWriMoDay01

Write a poem featuring the year 2065.
* Bonus 1: Use the words: queue, dance, grave, swamp, arrest, love
* Bonus 2: Write the poem as a liwuli or one of its formal variants