Submissions by case28 (Alexander Case)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
poetry makes me fucking pretty
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woman [the sociological aspects of pornography and a book cover for tenderness locked within]
i can live
on her essence
without taking a breath
a lonely prisoner
locked away for winter's entirety
still i feel the seasons of summer
spring and fall
in the mercy of her lips
my woman
siren and muse
my sweet friend and sister
she's the one who ignites the silver flame
that dances within the confines of this cage
brother give me your daughter
i want her washed up
on desert island shores doused in coconut oil
i'll invite myself over...
on her essence
without taking a breath
a lonely prisoner
locked away for winter's entirety
still i feel the seasons of summer
spring and fall
in the mercy of her lips
my woman
siren and muse
my sweet friend and sister
she's the one who ignites the silver flame
that dances within the confines of this cage
brother give me your daughter
i want her washed up
on desert island shores doused in coconut oil
i'll invite myself over...
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cafe flesh
i want to suck you off
the barista unwittingly said when she
looked me up and down
would you be so kind
i replied
and ordered a long black
my gaze poured down her curves
spilled over the counter as she
drew my name in the shape of a cock
on the paper cup
the waitress
attuned to the proposition
asked if i’d fancy a slice of raisin toast
with
melted butter
the depraved tap of pen
against her tooth was a signal
[mister] fuck me in the asshole
was the...
the barista unwittingly said when she
looked me up and down
would you be so kind
i replied
and ordered a long black
my gaze poured down her curves
spilled over the counter as she
drew my name in the shape of a cock
on the paper cup
the waitress
attuned to the proposition
asked if i’d fancy a slice of raisin toast
with
melted butter
the depraved tap of pen
against her tooth was a signal
[mister] fuck me in the asshole
was the...
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22 Comments
a collection of short poems [6]
ass-ender prototype
she had no ass
but her tits overcompensated
like a canard
kept her upright most of the time
except
when she nosedived
crashing into netherlands
let go
he resisted the invitation
to touch
run his fingers through curlicues
to draw
the wild fringe from her eyes
with immense fortitude he denied the urge
to bind his coveting hand
and pull her hair
with urgency and affection
much
to her disappointment
...
she had no ass
but her tits overcompensated
like a canard
kept her upright most of the time
except
when she nosedived
crashing into netherlands
let go
he resisted the invitation
to touch
run his fingers through curlicues
to draw
the wild fringe from her eyes
with immense fortitude he denied the urge
to bind his coveting hand
and pull her hair
with urgency and affection
much
to her disappointment
...
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you idolise me today but soon enough you'll grow tired of kneeling
i
the empire of temptation
defied gravity
planets aligned
strung by locks of burgundy
asteroids plunged from her shoulders
pleiades eyes
shot like comets through defences
the core of my force field agape
holes spluttered butterflies
spawned from cosmic clouds
ii
i lay beneath her
transfixed by the depth of majesty
her galactic reign over night
...
the empire of temptation
defied gravity
planets aligned
strung by locks of burgundy
asteroids plunged from her shoulders
pleiades eyes
shot like comets through defences
the core of my force field agape
holes spluttered butterflies
spawned from cosmic clouds
ii
i lay beneath her
transfixed by the depth of majesty
her galactic reign over night
...
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salem
to be so reckless and anoint her
a thing of rare beauty
would be grossly improper
blasphemy
stunningly breathtaking
her virtues become one's symptoms
an effect even more asphyxiating
if one was exposed to her lethal gaze
to pass such deadliness in the street
would inspire one to conjure magic
only to pluck flowers from thin air
offer her a valentine and...
a thing of rare beauty
would be grossly improper
blasphemy
stunningly breathtaking
her virtues become one's symptoms
an effect even more asphyxiating
if one was exposed to her lethal gaze
to pass such deadliness in the street
would inspire one to conjure magic
only to pluck flowers from thin air
offer her a valentine and...
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a collection of short poems [5]
headland to hillside
the wind
thrashes blades into waves of silvery-green
majestic gliders
swoop into shadows
below canopies of swaying torsos
inferiority
echoes where invisible planes
drone above brewing clouds
within this
disjointed world
from cobalt blue to illusions of choking monkeys
i relinquish
my faith
in the endless arc of the horizon
in the moon and sun
to ever rise and fall in symmetry...
the wind
thrashes blades into waves of silvery-green
majestic gliders
swoop into shadows
below canopies of swaying torsos
inferiority
echoes where invisible planes
drone above brewing clouds
within this
disjointed world
from cobalt blue to illusions of choking monkeys
i relinquish
my faith
in the endless arc of the horizon
in the moon and sun
to ever rise and fall in symmetry...
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imposters
there's no blind watchman
biding time for the atlantean comeback
there are no vulgar waiters
coughing up lungs stuffed with oysters
ejaculating strings of pearls
before bidding one: bon appétit
there's no pseudo jesus snake-spear charmer
riding on a splintered see-saw romance to some
arpeggio royal damnation
and there are no infomercials
starring selfless-preachers
calling out those
sadomasochistic anglo buddhist fucks
no, there are mere imposters ...
biding time for the atlantean comeback
there are no vulgar waiters
coughing up lungs stuffed with oysters
ejaculating strings of pearls
before bidding one: bon appétit
there's no pseudo jesus snake-spear charmer
riding on a splintered see-saw romance to some
arpeggio royal damnation
and there are no infomercials
starring selfless-preachers
calling out those
sadomasochistic anglo buddhist fucks
no, there are mere imposters ...
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reality [in the hands of the flickering gods]
we all sit in our homes
with the blinds drawn shut
the unsettled air outside
rattling sashes
trying to break in
the light of our eyes
open to the world
all the bits of information
the endless suffering
and senseless killing
the stunning beauty
and grotesque
flashing
faster than we can process
it's all our own creation
the all seeing eye
the prophecies
twinkling in our homes
in our hands
watching over our children
while we sleep
...
with the blinds drawn shut
the unsettled air outside
rattling sashes
trying to break in
the light of our eyes
open to the world
all the bits of information
the endless suffering
and senseless killing
the stunning beauty
and grotesque
flashing
faster than we can process
it's all our own creation
the all seeing eye
the prophecies
twinkling in our homes
in our hands
watching over our children
while we sleep
...
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destroy her
restrained is the mending needle
that binds one to her master
i am the brother of cain
blood of the destroyer
the serpent carved into a stick and cast into the nile
the predator locked within an enigma
she is the unwanted beauty
neglected decadence
taking damage for protection
pure virgin mary overproof
washed up at the feet of her saviour
healing her
soothing me
i agonise to accept what i am
holding...
that binds one to her master
i am the brother of cain
blood of the destroyer
the serpent carved into a stick and cast into the nile
the predator locked within an enigma
she is the unwanted beauty
neglected decadence
taking damage for protection
pure virgin mary overproof
washed up at the feet of her saviour
healing her
soothing me
i agonise to accept what i am
holding...
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alter: standby love
when the airlock depressurised
the scent of sickness engulfed me
nova was home
i knew she'd come back
curled up naked
toying with her essence
regurgitated on the floor
lush addiction was sickening
it always led to something primitive
but not tonight
the mercury teardrop
streaming down her tattooed cheek
spoke to me: kinetic-telepathy
or perhaps
it was the cyanide
leaching from her perfumed skin
she said: we can't play make believe anymore
her voice resonated in my skull
yet her...
the scent of sickness engulfed me
nova was home
i knew she'd come back
curled up naked
toying with her essence
regurgitated on the floor
lush addiction was sickening
it always led to something primitive
but not tonight
the mercury teardrop
streaming down her tattooed cheek
spoke to me: kinetic-telepathy
or perhaps
it was the cyanide
leaching from her perfumed skin
she said: we can't play make believe anymore
her voice resonated in my skull
yet her...
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