Daily Archives: March 16, 2016

A Poem From the Perspective of Tom Jones by Scott Redmond

I am not a silent poet

I am a God amongst men,

Although let’s be honest;

Being a God amongst men is like

Being head lifeguard at a fireworks factory.

It’s a nice title to have, but means nothing.


I would rather be a God amongst almost any other species.

Spiders.

Spiders create such intricate art with their anuses,

And have to be much more creative

When designing trousers.

“More legs than sense, my mother, the spider, used to say but look at me now

A God amongst spiders” I would say.

But no.

I am stuck as a God amongst men.

Tom Jones.

God amongst men.

Man,

The kind of species that can name more serial killers

Than scientists,

That you could only find light inside

If we were using torches as dildos,

I am a God amongst men,

I would say a leading light,

But I still have the torch dildo image in my…

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First Time by Liana Major

I am not a silent poet

Whatever was done to her is secreted somewhere in her body,

which has so far been chary with the details.

It’s clear there were penises involved; that’s how she knows it was

a he. And hair (yeah, that kind of hair), spiky and reddish.

When the memory exploded through her body,

she choked in real time. Who cares if it was hands

around her neck or a cock in her throat or both?

She was little, that’s for sure, and now she’s not.

She’s a grown woman inhabiting a body that’s been hiding

the truth for decades.  I know, something like this

explains a lot. When her scream erupted—

a separate being, unwilled,  from a body finally voicing

its outrage—part of her brain noted that this

was the first time she had ever screamed so long and loud,

and what a pity to waste that scream on such a bastard!

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