Four Excerpts from PLINKO! – Poppy Bishop Sinclaire

February 22, 2026

[impending knives]

impending knives which spool survival now if ever i was i more than
an doll in father’s salon where he & he
without warning or
witness
knives concrete whatever there is no
i but a slipped hexed faggot with cracked teeth
scourge me a noose memorandum o’ god of light
defile my & wrists o’
memories you want all my time
spent
naming my crispness & to buck my skin
forgive me these thin safeties wretches righteous somethings but
rise your brow bird of new faces this face within
is an upturned door away from pills & kneel
soaring temporary return when the sternum threatens me
cradle new drain men why not forget how he
every thing
beautiful bends virgin not quivering
to open falling could my prodigal need me
unperish men their eyelashes drenched a sloppy lamb
never dreams want to be your love or
lost cheek through behind struggle tell
the memories i evade scraped peeled broken
fashion bed as a hunter tell want off are
covenants pleasing the between when supplest past or
suture just fragile musn’t don’t can’t answer
me prayers faggot all won’t water tell sparrows blow
tell me to give men another knuckle &
to all boys i’ve fallen
to different each bare one then & then & a corridor
wake kill call shelter you are now a thrust my
my my remember the call of

 
[your cock mouth want]

your cock mouth want my beautiful
sparrow hidden in your want the burial of memory
a safe like morning looming my thighs like
collared boy with loose form of looking
a woe or uplifted hands embrace could be your vice
plaything irreplaceable after i smile hum
grip
summoned made libation now i will call you
hollow neck belonging to you guilt your
wax name a spine admiring each father
sewing corpses shut crowned with new mold
& when father kneels a thin god a gun slide
fires i tried i let my eyes captive your old ache
budding glazed knuckles you begin relieve your
screech cracked tell me it’s bed time you are dead endless
these threads a final undo these ached hips that want to be
beautiful & you alone i’m the rend
of you you you spit me
my love or cracked door
abundance i’m afraid squirming what’s not left upwards on
mildew you salvaged my best sculpture a
useless mantle piece i trawled to top do see a face my face
thumbed yes last us hardwood body loved devouring beats
bursting i didn’t go as tin feel like a
season of me soothe creeping stay full ourselves faithful
or our thing what’s it called again body name suck

 
[have rashing rains]

have rashing rains awaiting burning my ginkgo rot
soil be vicious like me love one our acid listening
tired torn cloths a a an always
memory is an escape it is said much remains dormant
cheeks here i bed i said here basin home within jaws
a stronger me climb like snails me lies
me i can swallow & a groin yolk too
& i will i’m more than you know accept no accept who built the soiled light you you o’ dust shield o’ penultimate wind house scars but
assured me o’ immaculate
harvest i pinned i ripe bound to follow our sense this
experiment called collapse is basking me in body asks water vase a hole teeth joy despite it & all i recall that knees won’t reshape
me & sea of boy a sea of regret my season of tenderness
wild & sweet smiling there there is my man you our even now our
house is one bite away one wish one mirror
alone an antidote amnesia portrait a ring i’m kissing to fill the gaps like
infrastructure crawl the clay curled your words desperate leaves
love o’ dear o’ together my gulp owns southern pears or
there’s our room dim & there’s another awaiting in private
relief under your knuckle labor ours
now abandoned laurels now do not tarnish my mettle
with where’s & how’s & how holding is more a fist a sprint
failing to vanish harder like cans beneath foot a feeble ledger
& longer ever abandon me look lips word worse me me lick own sheets like
withered
want lies brother cracked eyes wild but forked ask ragged
be blood me tired roof veins words that cleave around me
like runoff whispers disturbance long oranges
this road shattering mirror you the follow &
descent in my talking my design making genuine graces split
but gape wants an exit return quaking a
me of holes welcome creases welcome you you

 
[ready i raw end]

ready i raw end fold an out halls between me our
pleasure clay egg bloom what watches me everything
beasts will step back sit on him what is this song
taste this prepared shattering the struggle mold shoulders that make convenient
my lies my endless reckon bruised i’m
talking about
risk & hold me
risk a sealed harvest groin any drips love eggs build a foundation a bet gazing man’s ask is mine ruin big light jammed in like over tilled soil
make all believe don’t build an other a brother filling it with cuts
with believe crisp truths like sun frost deeper less or just heart
& you room just you a rusted fixed snug oleander like
form dearest field ask the chaff for me when i’m gone
stable a seed next to me is that crackling did i wet myself bare
men did the milk of flesh & flowers ever come back
guiding all leaks completely blemish spaces to the the the
storm stomach i remain mourning grey
radiance because with me alone i cannot withhold
hound i call failure house there touching have it you can
gag a brother spine unless i sense or forgive
foxglove mother orchard enduring savor somethings are thirst wrists too
trusting will shackles bore will hatred you new do like all
careful bellies my seasons smile & breakfast like torn photographs
you peeled me from my hands
my love myself fag patrol
you are in the most cradled shell of my head heaved god