Classic poem of the day
The strongman is an object for hilarity among the yokel kids. His pectorals and gluteus, slabs he flutters at will, are all the sex they've ever seen closeup. Once outside Albany, a hilly cowtown, he found a boy in overalls crying in his trailer after the show. “I lost the bet,” the boy says, “I got to ask you if you're queer.” The strongman takes some iced tea from his cooler, mixes in some gin, pinches the boy's triceps so he goes green with pain. “What I like,” he says, “is quee......
Member poem of the day
The Alpha Centaurian said, "we've finally come to take you home. You're allowed one carry-on bag." And so the exiled female went from cupboard to drawer, scanned, then emptied the contents of a shelf, into a galactic-issuecarry-all bag. There wasn't much she really wanted to bring with her, but she took what she thought she'd need.
sucked dry of oxygen
folded into triangles
earth
(Author's Note: This poem was publish......
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