the Shiga toxin
does not ferment sorbitol
found in intestines
it prefers a recipe:
gutwall, kidney, and clotter
20 minutes prep
- Make a body eat itself
- And shit itself dead.
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broken burner stoves
smell as scary as they sound:
‘ethyl mercaptan.’
rainwater, rainbow water:
a palm squeeze on a springed grip.
Eighty nine Octane
Tyrannosaurus bottled
Heavy foot’s delight
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I wake up and see these and I can’t think of anything better than that.
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hasty consumption
the carbonation fights back!
throaty eruption
dilution of excrement
anxiety ballooning
my toilet my grave
in dying, no rest no peace
no more chicken grease
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Rothairs, boozing on
radical mid-May moisture,
charge the air with ‘felt’
Colonizing miasma
Usurping the throne of thought
I wipe and wipe but
the thousand-child stains persist.
Mock my cough, will you?
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i arrived early
i looked at the art deco
facades and sat down
the wood benches slowly filled
with families, dramas, pigeons
foil bags make mirrors
my face multiplied tenfold
riding carousel
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Would participants be cool with me publishing these as a zine of some sort? I’ll credit the work to usernames unless you ask otherwise. Bloodpotion for approval!
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I stare at the screen,
Harsh glow cast across my face.
People are so dumb.
Blocked, blocked, blocked, blocked, they’re all blocked!
At last free, I post alone
in the darkness now
overrated solitude
i leave through the door
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these can all be about explosive diarrhea
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I’ve been sharing these with my wife and I guess she misheard me when I explained the setup. On the fourth or fifth one, she said, “Wait, that wasn’t about diarrhea. What happened?”
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grass tastes bittersweet
twisting under eggwhite teeth
a hawk traces clouds
anticipating patterns
of constriction and release
hunger sours your mouth
famine urges might and speed
fear moves me faster
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this was so fun I keep re reading the thread
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Yeah these are really great. Talented poets all.
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This may be my favorite thread I have made. I’m already cooking up ideas for game 2.
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yeah this was really fun. i never write creatively anymore and i feel like this is the exact right circumstance to do it in to avoid being tormented by the anxiety and self doubt that usually discourages me from attempting sincere self expression
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armored under cold,
i am not a drowning man;
seasons don’t exist
no seasons, still time passes
the moon wanes, i watch it go
my eyes are live, yet–
oh, can i tell one from one?
bodies don’t exist
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heh
sorry 
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the z axis dreams
bisect the horizon line,
pierce sky or abyss:
chosen by birth for heaven,
or gasping with flatland lungs,
or held in the crush
of form-giving gravity.
all lives have their depth.
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Every time I see a new set posted here, I want to scream through the streets.
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holy shit I love this one
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