Henry Thomas Poems

Midnight Defecation

the anus, tight and chapped by cold,
clutches the turd determinedly,
resisting the attempts of the rectum,
the contraction of the anal canal.... more »

Love Beneath A Streetlamp

we stood together in the cold,
holding one another beneath a streetlamp,
the lamp's dim light covering us
as I pressed my lips to her neck.... more »

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