Erotic Poem Assignment

Tendin' the Backyard

One time an Ex-Girlfriend, whose name I'll omit
wanted to experiment
with anal beads.

We put each pink bead inside of her
one by one, one by one and
she'd clench more with each.

But when it came tiem to take them out
I didn't know the proper way
and pulled them out like I
was starting a lawnmower.

I cried when she dumped me.

Hunter by Thomas P. Sloan

It’s not about the kill, it’s about the hunt.
It the predatory tracking that
Corners the prey and seals the deal.
Where ever there is an alpha male
Setting the crosshairs on bigger game:
The hunt is on.



Uncle Joey from Full House, a Haiku by Thomas P. Sloan
Cops caught Dave Coulier
Diddlin’ kids at the park.
Charges have been pressed

The Old Bull and The Empty

Where is the—Swimming Bird?
Where is the—Running Bear?
The moon had shown every side and in this season, hid.
The corn would not grow—and our horses grew sick.
The wind it hurts my cheeks and the words—
Slits my throat.
I have nowhere to go,
With a canteen of water and one of corn liquor.
Endless desolation of rocks, trees and mirrors,
I have a long journey ahead but too much time.
So I drag my pack.

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She shows up unannounced when she’s high,
And wants to hide in my arms when she’s low.
She leaves eye shadow stains on my shirt,
And amber strands across my pillow
—Then leaves them for me to clean.

She steals sips of my beer at the bar,
‘Cuz sometimes she gets tired of wine.
She never buys her own cigarettes,
She’d rather just bum one of mine
—Then blows from the side of her mouth.

She knows I love to drink dry martinis,
And I always order one when we go out.
She knows I hate the olive so barehanded,
She pulls it out and puts it in her mouth
—Then grins as she chews.

She’s always loud when she comes,
And when she comes, oh Lord,
I want here to stay as long as she can.
When I’m with her I’m not bored.
—She knows this.

Troubles

Against the famine and the crown, deliver us
Against the prison ships and taxes, deliver us
Against oppression and secession, deliver us
Against the homeless, tempest, tossed, deliver us
Against the wretched refuse yearning to breathe free
Against the waves as the crash in the sea
Against the time and decay, against the new day
Against a new generation in Americay
Against the long hours of the day
Against all odds and against the rules
Against money made with sweat and tools
Against the free world and what is said
Against a lifetime and God is dead
Against those left back in Down
Against the Crown
Against the Crown
Against the Crown
Deliver us