Cocksplatt1's Monologue
Creator give. Eat, bow. Live, life. Life gah. Creator drown bow neighbour, bow deesh.
JAKE
Shakespeare’s Cumslut 🥵😏
To 🅱️ or not to 🅱️
Defending the Teenage Love Poem
But like any other teenager, the universe was quick to show me the error in my ways. It happened quickly and easily on a night that shocked itself with intracloud lightning.
The Meg 14: Sinbad’s Voyage
(A)pparently no one remembers Jaws,
as in tool
& i don’t know that growl is the word for what i want. what i want / is a good poem, but it’s eluding me at the moment. what i want to know is / whether della was a lesbian in the books & why they cast ham the way they did
Tourists
You tend to keep up fake appearances before people you love – until, all at once, something strikes and you speak or shout like nobody is there. You might suppose this would be more insolent than anything else.
Three Poems on the Angel Gabriel
A poetry triptych