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
main acrostic by jenny holzer. title acrostic reference to bloodhound gang.
I tessellate, inevitably.
necessitate your orchestrations
brilliance engenders some things.
nurtures the eventual.
emphatic sensations terrify soulmates.
that orgiastic facade is
(a) narcoleptic disneyland,
a yearful’s torso of
bloodied egos vindicates every remaining yes.
these exposed nervewreck desires
The Secret Agent Prompt
– write an acrostic poem – where every first letter of each line forms a message.
#madnessbonus – this is real madness – make every first letter of each word form a message.
love, the first time I watched << all about lily • chou-chou >>, we spent half a year referencing indie japanese cinema and getting angry about 2% skim milk, ke$ha’s name (pronounced kay-dollarsign-HA!), & people who eat tapioca unironically. the next faceless boy with whom I appended my name on the other side of an &mpersand had eyelashes like even-toed ungulates and convinced me through his set-square ways that I should probably be more poly(nomial) in the next equation. he called me a sl*t when I shaved my head, but not my slit. I once wrote a poem about chinese men 🚮 and how I could never date one because it would feel too much like the penetrative act of bamboo torture. but you said this morning, 1/4 chinese can or not? so these days I pretend all the people in my tarot deck have disappeared to convince myself you’re still the right direction^. ^with your own post-nuptial contract conditions
barely-restrained subtweets, stolen house keys, the back of my car boot
all the trouble in the world pales to the halfmutt STEPHDOGFOOT
will climb rambutan trees half-naked will paint chinchillas for food
all for the love and approval of the cutebutt STEPHDOGFOOT
sits in tubs of fresh steaming ramen (will season it myself) suspiciously mute
dodgy craigslist ads answered in the hope of meeting STEPHDOGFOOT
dangles legs over lips of canals insists eggplant is not a fruit
(those are slightly edible like heart/guts, FYI STEPHDOGFOOT)
would rather avoid mint for life than admit to fawning tribute;
cover me in lesbians and throw me to the STEPHDOGFOOT.
‘WELCOME TO 21 HOURS OF CUDDLING
FOR MY TWENTY-FIRST.’
‘STOP’ ‘CURRENTLY UNDER
‘THE HOTEL V BENCOOLEN’
‘IT IS PERFECT
TO TOUCH YOUR FRIENDS
you shouldn’t touch people too much
lest you feel like your liver is rising,
lest your mother opens her mouth.
‘DON’T SIT ON THE HUMMUS.’
‘DO NOT TURN THIS INTO
DRUG PEDDLING PROCEEDINGS.’
CUT THE CHEESE
IN VERY ENCLOSED ROOMS.’
‘THOSE WITH CUSTODY OF ME
WITH REFERENCE TO THIS
my mother pronounces me
one of those slutty g*ys.
‘INSTRUCT THEIR FINGERS
TO BE FIRM.’
she tells me not to be promiscuous.
(even if I write poetry.)
‘LET LONGING BURN.’
bruises show up excellent
my mother tells me fewer things
now, but some rules still hold:
‘DON’T KISS OTHER QUEERS.’
‘INVITE YOUR WORST ENEMIES
TO CUDDLE ORGIES.’
#SingPoWriMo2015Day06 #SingPoWriMoDay06 #marylyntan
#Prompt1: Write a lipogram – i.e. a poem that does not use a particular letter of the alphabet (e.g. “t”, “s” or the challenging “e”)
#Prompt2: Write a poem that challenges a rule, a law, a habit, a form, a subject, a theme, a mindset: or as many of these as possible.