Submissions by exe
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Poet Introduction
--contrapoetry-- i find blutack plugging a hole in the skirting board. i mistake it for love.
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Published
9th Jul 2014 12:21pm
9th Jul 2014 12:21pm
slippy
my fingersntoes aRE fully webbed out of necessity in this icecold h20 air
i'm wearing my condom suit with the breathable stretch
everything i touch turns to slip
and i slip my fingers in it
i'm gelled up and slippy
with the resistance of particles, i never touch you
but when i do you're warm but you dont warm me my fish/skin is
slippy
i slip right through
i'm wearing my condom suit with the breathable stretch
everything i touch turns to slip
and i slip my fingers in it
i'm gelled up and slippy
with the resistance of particles, i never touch you
but when i do you're warm but you dont warm me my fish/skin is
slippy
i slip right through
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Published
30th Jun 2014 00:41am
30th Jun 2014 00:41am
(a)typical lovescene
fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme *breath*
kiss me with a pebble and stroke the inner of my arm and do not worry i will never text you first but- but- but still,
i need you in the schizotypal stomach of my heart
for then,
for now
kiss me with a pebble and stroke the inner of my arm and do not worry i will never text you first but- but- but still,
i need you in the schizotypal stomach of my heart
for then,
for now
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30th Jun 2014 00:00am
30th Jun 2014 00:00am
the great debate
"The question of good and evil remains in irremediable chaos for those who seek to fathom it in reality. It is mere mental sport to the disputants, who are captives that play with their chains."
The dichotomy of “good and evil” has troubled humanity since the very first civilizations, and it has bothered philosophers even longer. The chaos apparent is in part due to its scope; “good and evil”, as it stands, is not a simple, singular question and should not be treated as such. Semantically, it is not a question at all, it is a common collocation, like “land and sea” or...
The dichotomy of “good and evil” has troubled humanity since the very first civilizations, and it has bothered philosophers even longer. The chaos apparent is in part due to its scope; “good and evil”, as it stands, is not a simple, singular question and should not be treated as such. Semantically, it is not a question at all, it is a common collocation, like “land and sea” or...
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Published
28th Jun 2014 9:11pm
28th Jun 2014 9:11pm
and again let go
it is the train's switchboard operator yet again shifting the course. it's inexorable, grating and painful to the temples. control is distressing. it makes very little difference.
so what's painful to me must be painful for you, but it isn't. oh if you could smell my nails! secretly sicker than even you imagine. secretly sickening,
NO BUT IT IS NOT AND I AM NOT AND THIS EQUATES TO ANYTHING YOU LIKE SO MANY POSSIBILITIES,SEXYSWEET, THEN I CAN PULL A DRESS ON FOR DINNER BUT TO GRACIOUSLY SMILE IS BEYOND ME IT SEEMS
THESE WORDS ARE SADLY TORNAPARTFROMEACHOTHER ...
so what's painful to me must be painful for you, but it isn't. oh if you could smell my nails! secretly sicker than even you imagine. secretly sickening,
NO BUT IT IS NOT AND I AM NOT AND THIS EQUATES TO ANYTHING YOU LIKE SO MANY POSSIBILITIES,SEXYSWEET, THEN I CAN PULL A DRESS ON FOR DINNER BUT TO GRACIOUSLY SMILE IS BEYOND ME IT SEEMS
THESE WORDS ARE SADLY TORNAPARTFROMEACHOTHER ...
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Published
28th Jun 2014 10:46am
28th Jun 2014 10:46am
frames
plastiglass covering white card, varying sizes of goldenrectangular frames arranged fractally in aesthetic disorder undetatchable from one another;
a fun friendly configuration where corners elbow each other not minding the intrusion, shadows are cast laughingshadows and there is no protest or complaint;
not one tries to wriggle free or disconnect; not one; not one of seven;
a fun friendly configuration where corners elbow each other not minding the intrusion, shadows are cast laughingshadows and there is no protest or complaint;
not one tries to wriggle free or disconnect; not one; not one of seven;
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Published
26th Jun 2014 10:12am
26th Jun 2014 10:12am
iodine
sponged orange staining the purple and bringing the silver tongue words to relief
seeps into the purple and turns it brown-black ..
.
darkened cottonwool dabbing
saltstinging pleasantly a hum of unbonding
untangling and massaging
untightening
un doing
reversing time slowly to what end it is unclear but conformity is one reason
undo what is done
...
seeps into the purple and turns it brown-black ..
.
darkened cottonwool dabbing
saltstinging pleasantly a hum of unbonding
untangling and massaging
untightening
un doing
reversing time slowly to what end it is unclear but conformity is one reason
undo what is done
...
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Published
25th Jun 2014 5:27pm
25th Jun 2014 5:27pm
no
if the curtains want opening they should ask more politely.
can you read the paper taped to glass in the door? it says
visitors please use your own back door
can you read the paper taped to glass in the door? it says
visitors please use your own back door
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Published
24th Jun 2014 9:50pm
24th Jun 2014 9:50pm
special needs
one lens of his glasses shattered but still spiderwebbing together.
bruises forming under his eye sockets.
blood curling over his lip, reddening his two front teeth.
the branch was bigger than his arm.
thin lean muscles strained, thin tense fingers pulled and shoulderblades caught the weight;
the dead wooden club swung sharply with all of his body and he stumbled.
when the parents tried to file charges no one could persuade him this was not how it happened.
bruises forming under his eye sockets.
blood curling over his lip, reddening his two front teeth.
the branch was bigger than his arm.
thin lean muscles strained, thin tense fingers pulled and shoulderblades caught the weight;
the dead wooden club swung sharply with all of his body and he stumbled.
when the parents tried to file charges no one could persuade him this was not how it happened.
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Published
23rd Jun 2014 8:05pm
23rd Jun 2014 8:05pm
justify!
if not what she does, what she doesn't. she is a pinched valve, she has to take something to give. she used to think so. now she for sure knows. contraindications: she cannot maintain an erection or give birth.
alone is no burden. alone is just fine. it is less of nothing.
it would be satiating to break the seal and forfeit the warranty on it. to void her nothing. but it is like waiting for reincarnation. on that day will be candles and cake which we will eat them both. the fall will be with one step backwards and she will lie supine showing blooded gums and canines, no...
alone is no burden. alone is just fine. it is less of nothing.
it would be satiating to break the seal and forfeit the warranty on it. to void her nothing. but it is like waiting for reincarnation. on that day will be candles and cake which we will eat them both. the fall will be with one step backwards and she will lie supine showing blooded gums and canines, no...
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Published
23rd Jun 2014 5:58pm
23rd Jun 2014 5:58pm
patches
peel plasterpeel. not satisfactory. not at all.
onetwo. hm. two. threefour. hm. shoulders elbows, (knees? no)
find a straw, blacktunnel with a light at its end, so the saying goes. said only by the unsanitised. and sip some juice with it. one sip.
hunger
for thirst.
and subsequent thirst for company. only enough for the perimeters, unsmooth in the gut.
besides that i am finely hydrated.
i don't want this crushed-fruit water pretender. pouting.
what else but that the wardrobe door has been reattached,...
onetwo. hm. two. threefour. hm. shoulders elbows, (knees? no)
find a straw, blacktunnel with a light at its end, so the saying goes. said only by the unsanitised. and sip some juice with it. one sip.
hunger
for thirst.
and subsequent thirst for company. only enough for the perimeters, unsmooth in the gut.
besides that i am finely hydrated.
i don't want this crushed-fruit water pretender. pouting.
what else but that the wardrobe door has been reattached,...
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Published
14th Jun 2014 9:11pm
14th Jun 2014 9:11pm
mains
began but the powercord pulled out//impotent electricals//gremlins//began with a spiderscuttle how he runs on the samecolour ploughed carpet//noah webster be damd//stonehenge was flat pack furniture//pop a pearlescent follicle from near my spine//strange but it doesn't matter then on to a memory//and said of him//wary-eyed//muscles like eggshells//pain//is weakness leaving the body//pain is weakness leaving the body//had enough that he put it on tap and on the house//dripdrip//why but what good is there in a happy childhood//as much as in a happy meal he'd maybe have said//critical his...
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Published
24th May 2014 5:58am
24th May 2014 5:58am
the sound of your smile
It had longteeth and it licked its lips and flapped its drooltonge callediteself incomprehensibly a cunnilynguist tried to be greased lightning but all the shine wer smoked out and do you eat a creme egg that way boy you pussy boy where are the men? lordjesus explain it you died for these sins? these??? time grows thin and its not admissable to call me submissive - or call me at all no your whiteskin a palenexttomy whiteskin the irritation is unthinkable cmon now theres no juncture at which this becomes friendly , bite me,
thinking of yourself again, your hand...
thinking of yourself again, your hand...
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