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
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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
#SingPoWriMo2015Day08 #SingPoWriMoDay08 #marylyntan The @#)(*) Prompt – write a poem including the following symbols: ! $ &* ( ) . , #bonus – include @ # % ^ < /
‘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.’
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#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.
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
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#Prompt1: Write a poem depicting something ugly as beautiful, or something beautiful as ugly.
#Prompt2: Write a poem on the theme of resurrection.
@self: shld prolly stop talkng 2 white men on 4chan who call u sarcastic asian whore & maybe dont spend 5hrs collecting dolphin blowjob gifs
* #Prompt1: Write a poem addressed to your younger self, without using the word “I”.
* #Prompt2: Write a poem in which each stanza fits within a Tweet (i.e. max 140 characters).
** #PowerBonus: Combine the two prompts.
it’s a flesh wound, they say,
their thick cleaved lips
at the prone twitch-yiffing
of my wetly gleaming form,
nearly as masturbatory
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
lies wet dreaming.
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Write an erotic poem
Bonus 1: …with no people in it.
Bonus 2: Pun.
led zeppelin never told you this but
the ascent is its own reward.
stairwells here too should be scrawled with
bawal umihi dito
but no one ever says
anything about the side effects
of being more fisted than fistula
in the midday,
unless it is grainy photos of moral decay
depicting yet another carpark roof coupling
is it being sick of being transient
that makes you hide all inclination
hid in lotuses
for a reason
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Write a poem that responds to this image
* Bonus 1: Include a title that serves to caption the image
* Bonus 2: Incorporate some words from a different language